larki khoobsurat kutte k sath ja rahi thi
k Larke ne dekh ker kaha aap dono behn bhai hain
larki-// ap ko hm dono main se kon pasand hai
Larka-// yaqeenan tm
larki-// to phir is k liye apni behn le aao
hamare yahan watta satta chalta hai...=P;->:-P
Make for me a place within your heart
On which I can depend. For only you
Touch the ancient wellsprings of my tears,
Home through all the wanderings of my years,
Eden that no other can renew,
Root I cannot rend through rage or art.
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.
