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.
Yaad tumhari na aaye aisa hum hone nahi denge,Dost tumhare jaisa hum khone nahi denge. Ek do sms karte rahna,Warna raat ko tumhe hum sone nahi denge....
