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 Faqeer Ne Doosre Faqeer Se Poocha: Tum Ne Wo Bridge Wali Jaga Q Chorh Di Wahan Tou Khoob Kamai Hoti Thi
Pehla Faqeer: Mene Wo Jaga Apne Chote Bete Ko Birthday Pe Gift Ker Di . . . ;->
