Walking on hillside, Santa fell down a deep hole.
Banta: Are you ok?
Santa: Fine thanks!
Banta: Did you break anything?
Santa: No, theres nothing down here!
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.
Qalam do chaar jaib mein rakh leta hoon main. Mere ehbab mein iss se meri toqeer barhti hai. Parhne likhne ki to fursat nahin milti. Naala daal leta hoon jab bhi zarorat parti hai .
