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.
Wo khush ikhlaqi.... Wo payari ankhein.... Wo MASOOM sa chehra.... Wo UMDA ZEHAN.... Wo Nice Personality.... Aap ko YAAD Hai??? GOOD.! GOOD.! "Main ab bhi waisi hi hoon"
