A mother serves her sugar with
A bit of peppermint
To clarify the passages
That carry what she meant
When she first set to bear a soul
Quite separate from her own,
Whom she would cherish, yet must teach
To live and die alone.
Dost ne Dil ka haal batana chour diya Hum ne bhi gehraee main jana chour diya aap ne sms kerna kya band kiya Hum ne bhi mobile charge kerana chour diya
