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.
1Admi Dosto Ki Mehfil SE Raat Late Ghr Gya
Dosto Ne Pucha K Bivi Ne Kuch Kaha To Nai
Admi Bola Naì Kuch Khas Naì BS YE
2Dant To Mai Wesay ß Niklwane Wala Tha