Yaro ki yari pe shak nhi karte, jab hum bol rahe ho to bak-bak nahi karte.pareshan karte ho jab hum so rahe hote hainab hum jag rahe hain to SMS nhi karte.
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.
