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.
Ali : Mama main bara hoke Pilot banonga
Mamma : Beta mujhay kaise pata chalega ke ye mere betay ka jahaz hai?
Ali : Guzarte waqt apnay gher per Gola phaink dia karonga.
