This one fine day,
I went to Saddar,
As lame as it might sound,
Crossing that area is Ghaddar,
Stuck in traffic,
Trying to ignore lewd stares,
I look up in in the sky,
And suddenly at the billboards I glare,
Theres a semi naked woman,
And her tongues poking out,
I don’t mean to offend,
But man was she stout!
The man beside her was just big,
With moustache so black,
Kala Kola would be embarrassed,
Cause they’d fail to ever colour like that,
Now this woman is lying,
Under a bloody charpayee,
The man sits on it,
Having lassi with malayee,
The woman pokes out from under,
The man doesn’t seem to notice,
He must be really blind,
Cause shes the size of Popeye’s Brutus,
The colours of the some clothes that are,
Are garish and bright,
They seem constrictive,
Stuck on her so tight,
The man seems to be breathing well,
In that lungi like skirt,
His kurta seems to be missing,
And hes covered in dirt,
You know what makes me sad?
Is that this could really be art,
Vulgarity shouldn’t be an option,
These guys need a fresh start.
Theres so much talent in the industry,
That’s going to cheap waste,
The billboards are a shame,
When they can have class and taste.
You have issues with us,
Wearing high capris and low necks,
Why don’t you look at the billboards,
Where you should really be keeping checks,
Hunt for talent,
Upgrade what exists,
Stop going on about the masses,
Theyre not from different planets.
Frankly on the boards,
Is an invitation to soft porn,
Men and boys buy legit tickets,
And watch bullshit with popcorn,
Fresh blood is plenty,
Old blood is willing,
Maybe then we wont have such crappy titles,
Wth is pyasa badan and haseena 20?
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