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.
Aak Bhori Ourat Boli Apni Sahlee Se Ajj Ak Khobsorat Larkay Nay Mujh KO Chand Kha...
Dossri Ourat Harat Se Boli Kab?
Aaj Main Apni Beti K Satth Bazar Jarahi Thi K Larkay Nay Maree Beti Ko Dekh K Bola Chand Ka Tukrra Hia.
Q Hohi Na Main "CHAND"
