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.
''Phulo me gulab acha lagta he..
Neend me khwab accha lagta he..
Aap bhale he hame sms nahi bhejo,
Hume to aapki kanjusi ka ye aandaz accha lagta he!''
