Sardar: Pata he hmary gaoon me itni sardi parti he k bhensain jama hua dodh deti hen
Pathan: hmary gaon me is se b ziada sardi parti he.
Ek dafa me rat ko so raha tha k meri ankh khuli me ne apni charpai k nechy dekha wahan ek ajeeb c chez thi me ne usy aag py gram kya to awaz ai..
ik admi jungle main jaa raha hota hai tu ikdam se ik well main gir jaata hai kaafi dair tak gir raha hota hai tu achanak ik tehni pekerleta hai thori dair main awaz ati hai seedha haath chor woh seedha haath chor deta hai phir awaz ati hai ulta haath chor woh choor deta hai neeche gir raha hota hai tu azaaz ati hai ke CHOOOTIYAAAA!!!
I''ve written a poem for you: Twinkle twinkle little star, you should know what you are, and once you know what you are, Mental hospital is not so far.