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.
Once there was a mirror which used to kill “LIERSâ€
FRENCH:I think I don’t smoke (killed)
AMERICAN:I think, I love Iraq(killed)
PATHAN:I think (killed)
Teacher! Btaen KHUSH FEHMI Kia H0ti Hy?
Student! Sir Piche Dekhen Miss Apko Bula Rhi Hy.
Sir Ne Dekha To K0i Nhn Tha.
Student: Sir YEHI CHEZ Khush Fehmi Hy.
