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..!
"sir! aap mere son ki shadi pe nahi aye,
bari shiddat se aap ka intezaar tha.
shadi bilkul be ronaq rahi aap ke baghair,
ham pe kuch to tars kha ke aa jatay.
2 lovers plan 2 suicide.
Boy jumped first.
Girl closed her eyes n returnback saying "LOVE IS BLIND"
Boy in the airopened his parachute saying "LOVE NEVER DIES"