I''ve written a poem for you: Twinkle twinkle little star, you should know what you are, and once you know what you are, Mental hospital is not so far.
Phone na kia karu DEAR
Mama hoti hain NEAR
Papa se lagta hai FEAR
Baat nahi hoti CLEAR
Dewaron k b hote hain EAR
IS liye SMS karu DEAR
No FEAR n everything CLEAR
Sardar: Pata he hmary gaoon me itni sardi parti he k bhensain jama hua dodh deti hen
Pathan: hmary gaon me is se b ziada sardi parti he.
Ek dafa me rat ko so raha tha k meri ankh khuli me ne apni charpai k nechy dekha wahan ek ajeeb c chez thi me ne usy aag py gram kya to awaz ai..