Khaaksaar k
dil-e-mohtareeq-o-dimagh-e-muntasher main ye khadsha-o-andesha
mohtashi-o-moqaid hai, k kaheen biradar-e-muhtaram-o-izzat-e-maa-aab banda-e-ranjeeda-o-sanjeeda se khafa-o-naraz to nahi,
k arsa-e-daraz se biradar-e-faatir-ul-aqal ne band-e-haqir-o-faqir ko koi sms nahi kia hai . . . ;->
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.
