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Success ka fail-proof formula

Aaj mujhe success ka mantra hai mila,
Kabhi jo na fail ho, aisa tantra hai mila.
Agar aapko chahiye, degree ya promotion,
Bana lijiye ek Sugar Daddy, without inhibition.
Lekin Sugar Daddy ko aap, zara dhyan se dhoondhiyega,
Jo ho bada powerful and charming, mane sab usko khuda.
Galtiyan toh woh karega, par fasega koi aur,
Nobody will know, what happens behind his door.
Bus uski aisi weaknesses ka, aapne fayda hai uthana,
Badnami se na dariyega, apna kaam hai nikalwana.
Log toh baatein kareinge, but unki memory hoti hai short,
Jab mil jayegi degree, tab muh pe lag jayenge lock.
Aur agar aap nahi hain, ek abla naari,
Toh bana lijiye ek Godfather, ye salaah hai humari.
Dekhiye fir success kaise, aapke kadam choomega,
Officer ho ya peon, har koi aapke aas paas ghoomega.
Aur agar aap hain woh bhaagyawaan insaan,
Born with a silver spoon, in a famous clan.
Fir toh nepotism, hai hi aapka yaar,
Milenge aapko fan, aur kaam ki bharmaar.

Lekin agar hain aap, working middle class mein paida huye,
General category ke mehnti, sanskaaron se pale huye.
Toh seekh lijiye aap, failure ko karna embrace,
Kyunki badkismati se aap, haar chuke hain race.
Sachai ki jeet, nahi hoti hai abb,
Karmon ka bhi phal, nahi deta hai rabb.
Sugar Daddy, ya Godfather, ya ek famous surname,
Yehi sab hai valuable, oh such a shame.
Utar dijiye aap, sharm o haya ka nakaab,
Sikhiye duniya ki reet, chalaaki aur shabaab.
Ban jaiye thick-skinned, aur behad hi practical,
Morals are for books, they don’t help in actual.
Bata dijiye apne parents ko, unhone galat hai aapko paala,
Mehnat, mashakkat, aur achhai, ko insaan ne hai maar daala.

(Yeh kavita ek vyangya hai, un sabhi logon ko samarpit jinhon ne mujhe ise likhne ke liye prerit kiya.)

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