Chemistry (Funny) (Urdu)

Poem By Muhammad Raza Master

Na Chmistry hoti na main Student hota
Na yeah Lab hoti Na Yeah Accident Hota

Abhi Practical main ayee nazar Ek Larki
Sundar thi Naak Us ki Test Tube Jaisi

Batoon main Us ki Glucose ki Mithas thi
Sansoon main Eter ki Khushboo bhi sath thi

Ankhoon se jhalakta tha kuch is Tarah ka Payar
Bin Piye hi ho jata Tha Alcohol ka Khumar

Benzene sa hota tha Uski Presence ka Ehsas
Andhere main hota tha Radium ka Abhas

Nazrain milien, reaction huwa
Kuch is tarah Love ka Production huwa

Lagne lagay Us ke Ghar ke Chakar aisay
Nucleus ke charon taraf Electron hoon jaisay

Us din hamaray Test ka Confirmation huwa
Jab us ke dady se hamara Introduction huwa

Sun kar hamari baat wo aisay Uchal pare
Ignesium Tube main jaise Sodium Bharak uthe

Wo bole, Hosh main aao, Pahchano apni Auwqat
Iron mil nahin sakta kabhi Gold ke saath

Ye sun ker Tuta hamaray Armanoon Bhara Beaker
Aur hum Chup rahay Benzeldehyde ka Karwa Ghoont pee ker

Ab us ki yadoon ke siwa hamara Kam chalta na tha
Aur Lab main hamaray Dil ke siwa kuch jalta na tha

Zindagi ho gaye Unsaturated Hydrocarbon ki Tarah
Aur hum phirte hain Awara Hydrogen ki Tarah.

Comments about Chemistry (Funny) (Urdu)

waah....ek hi gazal me apna poora daastan is tarah sunadiya Goya aankhon ke samney vaqiaa pesh aaya hai....bahuth khoob... khaskar ladki ki tareef ke alfaz lajavab hai..
GOOD 1, MADE ME LAUGH, RATED 8
GOOD1 MAN, MADE ME LAUGH,
Woo.....great :) hilarious
lol nice poem


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