Sanni ki sadde sathi. Chaddi. Ghoom gya dimag tha. Padhne likhne ki umar. Me. Maine na ki pdhyyi. Failure bunke rah Gya ye tera bhai. Dunia ne mjak uddaya. Depression ka ek kaala Chhaya. Ristedaro ne mujhe topclass. Mawali bulayya. Unka to khna tha. Saddi karlo . Saddi karlo. Ur kuch na kar skoge. Baccha paida to kroge. Mata pita ko too kam se kam. Dada dadi bnne ka shukh phuchaoge. 2saal se mai kisi function me na gya. Thanli thi maine. Uss din hi jawunga. Jab kuch krke dikhauga. Barbaadi mere chhate the. Sub milkar khili udate the. Note bandi se bhi bddi topic thi. Meri handwriting gandi.hur sadi me meri barbaddi ke kisse .danke ki chot pur hote the.hum raat bhar na sote the.kabhi kabhi too chupar rote the.upar waale ne saath diya.acchanak ek andhi ayyi. Badal gya mera haal tha.jin teachers ne failure ke tag se nwaja tha. Aaj wo khte hai.iska potential maine jaccha tha. Jinhone mujhe kabhi nhi padhyyaaya.unka bhi fvrt student tha mai puri dunia ko khte hai.bura shayatoo ayega sbka bura atta hai.usse kale ghane andhere ko maine mehnet ki r a u Shani se hraaya hai. #nojotohindi part1,mystory #poem #life #world #thinking
