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.
TODAY i was going to be millinoer as a man came to me and asked to sell the most valuable thing i posses, i said i have nothing, he asked about my love, i said i have given it to "the person readin th message"
Girl: Meri ammi ko tum boht pasand aaye ho.... . . . . . Pathan: (Sharmaaty huwe) Kuch bhi ho par hum shadi tumse hi karega,Khala se kaho mujhe bhool jaye.
