Aisa hai dostana hamara,
mein kisti tu kinara ,
mai dhanush tu teer ,
mai matar tu paneer ,
mein barish tu badal ,
mai rajma tu chawal,
mein hot tu cool ,
mai April tu fool
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.
