Aapka man mera shauchalay hai: poorn niyntran aur apman

aap thora gnda khel. main abhi tak aap ko niche tak le jane ke lie ja raha hoon giravat aur gndgi ki gahraee men ki aap bhool jaega ki yah kabhi bhi mere khilauna ke alava kuchh bhi hone ki tarah mahsoos kiya.

tum yah sab chahte ho, tum nahin chahte? tum samman ke har antim tukare se chhin liya jana chahte ho, bas mere manornjan ke lie apne sabse dayniy, toote hue snskaran men badal diya ja karne ke lie.

main jo bhi shabd bolta hoon vah aapke dimag men doob jata hai, aapke dvara chhore ge aatm samman ke dayniy avshesh ko mitata hai, jisse aap meri kroorta se adhik, mere niyntran se adhik ki lalsa karte hain.

aap, manav kachre ka ek bekar dher, mere ghutnon par besabri se intjar kar rahe hain jab aap mere shauchalay ke roop men seva karne ke lie paryapt yogy hain, jab yah meri seva ke aaspas ghoomti hai, bhale hi iska matalab meri divy philm men shamil hona ho..

koee kam aap sink kar sakte hain, lekin kisi tarah, aap adhik ke lie bhikh mangte rahenge.