Talat.Apni soti menu day..
Sain.Tun bund vich leni ay??
Talat.Aho bund vich leni ay..
Sain.Bara wada ganda ayn..
Talat.Aho me pen yak policeya..
Sain.Powder day jurm vich kini
dair jail katti ce??
Talat.Wawa dair andar rya wan..
Sain.Tun punjab police de shaan..
Talat.Apni bhesaki menu day..
Sain.Tun oday vich tracker lana ay..
Talat.Tun bara chalak hoshyar ayn..
Sain.Me twaday Crime King da Abu..
Talat.IG akhya munday nu maar dawo..
Sain.Oye CIA daya putra thanay kehchari
ton lay kay Crime King day loray day size
tak menu har sheh de kahabar Ay..
Note.Talat Teri gaand k size ka Don ka Loda..
Sattellite Phone Thuraya
Thuraya Thuraya
Chutiya Banaya
Chutiya Banaya Ap Nay..
Situation inside Pakistan and India
Investigating agencies Police and underworld
They show they are three
They are not three two
They are united and one
They are friends and relatives
They are siblings under the table
They are enemies of the cross...
Note.Their God is their desire and their glory is their greed and their minds are set on fire to hurt People...
We are always together, We are one of a kind,
Three words describe us, Partners in Crime!!!
People are separated from good food,
Babies delayed reunion with mother’s breasts;
The innocent begin to ape the crude,
Killer attacks a fresh retest of previous bomb tests.
Gravediggers maximize their income,
Mortuary services twenty-four hours;
The solders keep working the atrocious sum,
The chief sponsors of graveyard flowers.
War is their job in camouflage
In branches clad and leafy things;
All battles are a business of sabotage:
The flapping of deception like wings
Soldier faces, a garden of tattoos,
The identical twins of Yoruba masquerades;
Their arms asserting what paints do:
Very expedient things during raids
CIA’s involvement is reasonable guessed,
KGB’s quota remains frightening;
Some kind of godforsaken race is stressed,
God forsaken shows of might heightening
Is time we sang it like a song:
Peacemakers have never been wrong;
A war mongers with journalists moving his jaw
Only talk about the breaking of the law.
CIA!
-Dharga Nagar Safa
What is the order of first three most populated countries?
He asked,
CIA,I said,
What is CIA?
China,
India,
America,
I,explained!
(This is a fictional poem)
I committed murder and it bothers me everyday.
I killed over twenty people when I was with the CIA.
I was only doing my duty for my country but I still have their blood on my hands.
I try to go on with my life but as each day passes, it gets harder to stand.
The people who I killed were bad and perhaps they deserved what they got.
But if you're wondering if I'm happy about what I did, I am not.
The pain grew a little more when I took each life.
The agony has consumed my very soul and it even drove away my wife.
My marriage is ruined and my life is ruined as well.
I did my duty for the USA and now I live in hell.
Driven by pure intuition, One last covert mission.
The car is in place, My heart is replaced.
A bit too late, A note seals our fate.
Thunderstorms gather in my brain, I shall never love you again.
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