''Phulo me gulab acha lagta he..
Neend me khwab accha lagta he..
Aap bhale he hame sms nahi bhejo,
Hume to aapki kanjusi ka ye aandaz accha lagta he!''
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.
