MATHAMETICAL POEM.Hum to na 3 me hain na 13 me,Hum se Q 5,7 karte ho,9,2,11 kar k hum ko,Chup k oron se bat karte ho,302 lage gi tum ko,Qatl ki wardat karte ho,420 hai vo jis k liy,Zulf lehra k rat karte ho..!
"Once A Fisherman Got
Up Vry Erly In d
Morning Since Its
Impossible 2 See
Anything
He Wantd 2 Pass His
Time
He Found A Sack Full Of
Small Stones
He Began Tossing Them
Into The River
At Last Whn He Was Left
Wid One Stone To Toss
The First Stroke Of
Sunrise Came
He Saw The Stone He
Was Holding
It Was Diamond
He Then Realized That
He Had Thrown A Sack
Full Of Diamonds ..."
