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Akhir Tum Ye Kya Kar Bethe

By Ruchika Khandelwal


Introduction- This poem is based on the crimes on women and how they are treated by the society even after going through so much.


Gunehgaar ki jagah maasum ko saza de bethe

Ae zamane waalo tum ye kya kar bethe

Unn uchi udaano ko kuch yun hi kuchal bethe

Ae zamane waalo tum ye kya kar bethe


Cheekhon ne uski unn sunsaan sadko pe pemaan diya

Darindo ne jab uska woh hashr sare aam kiya

Uski fariyaad ko bhul uski izzat nilaam kar bethe

Apni nazron mein uss bequsoor ko tum saza de bethe

Ae zamane waalo tum ye kya kar bethe


Aaj unn darindo ke gharon mein toh phir diwali, holi hai

Par sunsaan padi bas sehene waale ki kholi hai

Nayaye toh mila par aapas mein bhi tum uski zindagi ko aisa anjaam de bethe

Ae zamane waalo uske saath ye tum kya kar bethe





Khushi toh shayad use bhi nahi mili hogi na ye sehete sehete

Dard toh use bhi hua hoga na ye kehte kehte

Phir bhi beeti hui ka dosh bhi usi pe mad bethe

Arey ae khud ko samajhdaar kehne waalo ye kya kar bethe


Kehte hain chori karne waalon ko saza milti hai

Aur jiski cheez chori hui use hosla

Par tum toh hosla kya khud hi uska wajood chori kar bethe

Adalat mein toh jab hoga tab hoga

Tum khudi use sambhalne ki jagah

badnami ke kathgareh mein khada kar bethe

Arey ae khud ko sharif kehne waalo ye tum kya kar bethe


Ek aur baat,

Zurm jisne kiya badnaami uske naam honi chahiye

Zurm jisne kiya nakadri uske sar honi chahiye

Zurm jisne kiya nafarat use milni chahiye

Aur zurm jisne kiya wazood uska khatam hona chahiye

Par iss baar toh tum jispe zurm hua use hi zindagi se dafa kar bethe

Arey oh rehemdil waalo ye kaisa rehem kar bethe

Akhir tum ye kya kar bethe


By Ruchika Khandelwal





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