A man was crying over a grave and repeating,
Why did you have to die?
Another man approached him and said,
Sir, I dont wish to interfere with your private grief
but for whom do you mourn so deeply?
Your child?
Your parent?
The mourner took a moment to collect himself,
then replied,
My wifes first husband.
Quaid foot ho gaye, Liaqat Ali bi shaheed ho gaye, Allama Iqbal bi ab is dunya main nahi rahay, meri tabiat bi ab kuch teek nahi ha, soochta hun ke maray bad Pakistan ka kia banay ga