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.
Office may Kaam hote hain...
Galtiyo ka sama hota hai....
Aise mausam mein hi to PERFORMANCE jawan hota hai....
Dil ki khunnas BOSS jabaan se nahi kehte...
Ye fasana to appraisal mein bayan hota hai....
BOYS Are the most busy generation in the world. On bike 1 hand on clutch 1 hand on accelerator. 1 leg on gear 1 leg on break. 1 ear on music 1 ear on mobile 1 eye on Road 1 eye on girl Nose on breath, Lips on cigrate All tensions 1 Time Phir b Log larko ko Farig kehte Hain… That’s Not fair…