''aapke haath mein mobile hai,
chehre pe khubsurat si smile hai,
sms ki ek chhoti si file hai,
phir bhi SMS nahi karte,
yaar, yeh kaun sa stupid style 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.
Maa Bete Se: Agr Tm Ache Kaam Kro Ge Tou Jannat Me Joge, Jahan Meethe Duudh Ki Nehrai''n Hongi, Shehad Hoga, Meethe Meethe Phal Honge, Aur Sari Cheezein Meethi Hongi
Bacha: Acha Ammi, Jannat Me Imli, Leemo Aur Maltey B Meethe Honge ... ;->
