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.
Ek msg roz, keep d frnds close, ek din me paanch, dosti pe na aye aanch. ek din me dus, mile dosti ka rus, ek din me bees, aap pehle ek to bhejo plz...