Treasure Island

Bharatendu Harishchandra

(9 September 1850 - 6 January 1885 / Vellore / India)

है है उर्दू हाय हाय

है है उर्दू हाय हाय । कहाँ सिधारी हाय हाय ।
मेरी प्यारी हाय हाय । मुंशी मुल्ला हाय हाय ।
बल्ला बिल्ला हाय हाय । रोये पीटें हाय हाय ।
टाँग घसीटैं हाय हाय । सब छिन सोचैं हाय हाय ।
डाढ़ी नोचैं हाय हाय । दुनिया उल्टी हाय हाय ।
रोजी बिल्टी हाय हाय । सब मुखतारी हाय हाय ।
किसने मारी हाय हाय । खबर नवीसी हाय हाय ।
दाँत पीसी हाय हाय । एडिटर पोसी हाय हाय ।
बात फरोशी हाय हाय । वह लस्सानी हाय हाय ।
चरब-जुबानी हाय हाय । शोख बयानि हाय हाय ।
फिर नहीं आनी हाय हाय ।

Submitted: Friday, April 06, 2012
Edited: Friday, April 06, 2012

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