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.
CHAND per Apka naam likhnay ko jee chahta hai
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Pehli baat to yeh k mera haath nahi pohanchta
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Dosri yeh k yeh khayal hamesha dopehar main hi aata hai