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.
Don''t be too good I might miss you, don''t be too caring I might like you, don''t be too sweet I might fall its hard for me to love you when you wont love me after all.
Yeh soch kar pareshan hoon mai
"kal bhi bhutto zinda tha aaj bhi bhutto zinda hai"
DOSTO!
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Kia bhutto
"STAR PLUS"
mai kaam karta hai..=P;->
