Bhakt: Hey bagwan mujhe dard de, mere piche bhut laga de, tension de, mujhe barbaad kar de, dukh de. Bhagwan: Abey ek line mein bol tuhje BIWI chahiye.
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.
