God, tussi great ho…

Ek faqir bheek maangne ke liye masjid ke baahar baitha raha …

Sab namaazi aankh bacha kar chale gaye …

Usey kuch na mila …

Woh phir church gaya, usey kuch na mila

Phir mandir Aur phir gurudware, Lekin usko kissi ne kuch na diya …

Aakhir ek maikhane ke baahar aakar baith gaya …

Jo sharabi nikalta uske katorey mein kuch daal deta, Uska katora paise se bhar gaya …

Faqir bola, “Wah mere maula !! Rahtey kahaan ho aur address kahaan ka dete ho …. ”

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