maut hum se kitni dur hai ek inchi-tape kharid kar lae hain hum aur farzi fasle se maut ko apne aap se napte hain din ko good-morning kahte hue suraj ki raushni se hum puchhte hain aaj kya hamara number hai suraj khilkhilata hai hamari buzdili par hamein us ki hansi zahr lagti hai lekin hum sharma huzuri mein us ke sath dant nikal kar hanste hain phir hum us qabristan mein jate hain jahan hum ko dafn kiya jaega aur dekhte hain kya koi jagah baqi hai qabristan to pata hua milta hai hum khush hote hain marne wale hamein nahin marenge jab un ko ye pata hoga ki qabristan mein ab jagah nahin rahi hum lahakte hue qabristan se bahar aa gae magar raste mein ek goli hamein thumakti hui nazar aai hum sadak par lete hue soch rahe the apni aakhiri sans ke darmiyan is ko malum nahin tha kya qabristan mein ab jagah nahin hai