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.
Husband: agr tm india me hoti to wha log zror tmhari pooja krty,
Wife:kya me husan ki devi jesi lgti hn?
.
.
.
.
.
Husband:
Nhi yar,
kali mata lgti ho.. =P ;->
