MATHAMETICAL POEM.Hum to na 3 me hain na 13 me,Hum se Q 5,7 karte ho,9,2,11 kar k hum ko,Chup k oron se bat karte ho,302 lage gi tum ko,Qatl ki wardat karte ho,420 hai vo jis k liy,Zulf lehra k rat karte ho..!
Ek bar ik ladke ka rishta nahi ho raha tha. Kisi ne kaha ki baba
Mannt Lal ke darshan kar aao. Maa aur beta dono chal diye. Parvat
par chadte waqt maa ka panv fisal gaya aur maa khai mein gir gayee
to ladka bola.
"" ya khuda teri khudai, apni te milli nahi bapu di vi gvai ".