Once There Was A
Hungry Kutta
He Stole A Peice Of
Boti By Chacha Diimu
Shop
Then He Durki Lai &
Reach Ob Th Bridge
Of Naala
He Saw Another Kutta
In Water With Boti
His Thoughts Were
Kuttian Aali
He Maari Jo Chaal Wich
Tey He Lost His Own
Boti
True Love is like a pillow.
U could HUG it when Ur in trouble.
U could CRY on it when Ur in pain.
U could EMBRACE it when Ur happy.
Want True Love?
Spend Rs50 buy a Pillow.
TODAY i was going to be millinoer as a man came to me and asked to sell the most valuable thing i posses, i said i have nothing, he asked about my love, i said i have given it to "the person readin th message"
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.
