Boy: Bus Male Hoti hai ya female?
Girl:female ,har koi ispe charthe hai.
Boy: to Phir woh pregrant kyon nahi hoti?
Girl:kyon k sab peachay se charhte 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.
