Six Minutes

cHey minit

duniya badal rehi hai, tabhaaee ho rehi hai
paharon k moonh say aag nikal rehi hai
toofaan har ik innsaan ko Urayey jaa rahain hain
har jagah har waqat ye kyamat ho rehi hai

main ye sab dekh raha hoon
dictaor hamara khoon peenay main lagaa hua hai
greed aur power us k sar main bhari paRi hai
har taraf sunsunata sa hai khatary main logon ki jaanay hain
sirf pahar hi hamara rona sun kar ab kuch goonj rahay hain

main be bas hoon, mujhay gussay ki aag lagi huee hai
chay minit main main chup chap hokar bistray main so jaoonga
aur kal subah uth kar aisi shaeri karnay lag jaaonga -
duniya badal rehi hai, tabhaaee ho rehi hai...

sad , and life is sad.poetry comes from extreme sadness or extreme joy.why do so few people read poetry now ?

Ditto. Too many "thes." :) But I enjoyed the structure, even if the topic wasn't all that moving. Good attempt, though. Keep it coming.

kashkin,
passionate intense feelings, but perhaps you could chop out some of the usage of the word "the" to make it flow even more than it already is.
Just some constructive criticism.