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.
Child:papa aunty ka pait kion phola hai?
Father:tujhey sub pata hai!
Child: nahin pata promise!
Father: in k pait main pani bhara hay
CHILD:Oh No! Bacha to doob jaye ga!
Boy: Muj se Shadi karo gi? Girl: Nahi Boy: Q Nahi? Girl: Ghar Wale Nahi Many gy! Boy: Ghar me Kon Kon hy? Girl: 1 Husband or 4 Bache. Boy. Thek ha baji..:p:p