In Boca Raton, the Catholics go
to church,
and leave,
before the host has barely
touched their lips.
Why
are the parishioners
in such a rush
to get to the parking lot?
The priest crosses himself;
too many are already
crossing the threshold
of the church grounds,
waving goodbye
to a restful Sunday,
heading for trouble
with a sanctimonious grin.
Hope they stop
to look within.
My observation: stunned!!!!!!!!!
Lines by er haider khan
Raton Main Bath Ke sewera Kyon Lagta Hai Mujhe?
Tanhai mein beth ke Andhera Kyon Lagta Hai Mujhe?
suna Hai ki woh Kisi aur Shehar Gayi Hai Haider,
suna Hai ki woh Kisi aur Shehar Gayi Hai Haider,
Jaate Jaate Usne kyun na Bhula Diya mujhe.
#10 Marilyn Monroe on a subway grate.
# 9 August road kill in Boca Raton.
# 8 Sun tan lotion on the pink belly of a snowbird.
.
# 7 4th. of July grand finale.
# 6 Smokey the bear extinguishing a camp fire.
# 5 Bacon on a Sunday morning.
# 4 Tom Brady in the 4th quarter.
# 3 The first man on the sun.
# 2 Cousin Eddy`s boneless chicken breast on an Arizona rock.
And the number one answer is……The last cigarette of the night
dropped in a beer can.
Vo thandi sarsarati hawa
Mujhe kuch keh ke chali gayi
Ranj-o-gam ki syahi me lipti
Kuch panne zindagi ke bhar gayi
Panne jab palat ke dekhe
To ek kahani simti dikhi
Na jane kab se dhool me padi thi
Kisi ke jeevan ki rubai mitati chali gayi
Kayi saal ho gaye uss sehar ko guzre hue
Ab to door tak vo hawa fir dikhti nahi
Meri zindagi ke vo panne jo usne bhare the
Unme jhakti meri rooh bhi marti rahi
Na jane vo hawa kya kehna chahti thi
Uski parchai bhi sirf yadon ko naseeb thi
Raton me bhi uska hi khayal ata he
Hum samajhte rahe aur vo udti chali gayi
I'm going
to Boca Raton
the so called
rich people's "hell"
and learn
how to be happy and smiley
and sexy
and have a nice thing to say
after any
commercial break...
How to cheat
in income taxes
how to send
away business
how to hide
away my profits
how to lie
the government
how to open
a corporate
in Costa Rica
and Bangladesh
how to dump
all the garbage
in rivers,
trees
and everywhere
turning this countries
and their people
in garbage lands
and garbage men
And at the end
i'll spend my life
striking some cans
with rotten eggs
and that's will be my paradise
and that's will be
my so called hell...
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