Sardar proposed his BoSs daughter.
BoSs: Jitni teri pay hai us me to meri beti k lye toilet paper b nahi ayega.
Sardar: Jay inni potti krdi ay te fir reyn do.
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.
