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.
1 Pathan Or Sardar Ki Khub Pitai Hui.
Dono Roza Khushai Me Mufta Torte Hue
Pakre Gaye Or Us Pr Bolte Hen
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G, Wo, Hum Larke Walo Ki Taraf Se Hy.. ;->
student''s problem
kuchh badli hui takdir nazar aati hai,
yaado ki ek zanzeer nazar aati hai,
padhe v to kya padhe,
har page pe ladkiyo ki tasveer nazar aati hai.
Jab Sanam Teri Yaden Ati Hain
Kya Kahn Hamen POTIYAN Lag Jati Hain
Hamari Yado K Lamhe To Tmhain Satate Honge
POTIYAN Na Sahi PADD To Tumhe B Atey Honge ;->
