aaj tum boht afsurda lag rahey ho, aisay lagta hai jaisay tumhein kissi ney mara hai, ghal sujhey huye, sir sey khoon beh raha hai, aur naak to kintni burri tarha zahmi huyee hai,
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.
