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.
Ek Shrabi Bus Men Sawar Hua To Seat Pr Bethay Molvi Ne Kaha:
Tum Jahanum K Rasty Pe Ja Rahy Ho
Sharabi Chillaya:
Roko Roko Men Ghalat Bus Men Baith Gaya ;->
