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.
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Choclate kya toffy bhi dia nahi karte.
Ye DOSTI sirf apse hai warna msg to kya
hum kisiko number bhi dia nahi karte.
