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.
PHATAN 14 AUG ko kabrustan me kabrain khud rha tha 1 admi ne pocha khan sb kya kr rahe ho, Khan bola wo yara aj azadi ka din ha to hum in ko azad kar raha ha
Pota: Dadaji, Aap Ke Saare Daant Hain, Lekin Daadi Ji Ke Ek Bhi Nahi, Aisa Kyun? Dada: Beta Baat Aisi Hai, Main Doodh Bahut Peeta Tha Aur Teri Daadi Ganna Bahut Choosti Thi. Samjhdar Like Kare
Chand per ap ka naam likney ko jee chahta hay
Laykin pehli baat tu yeh hay k mera hath nahi jata hay
Aur dosri baat yeh k yeh khayal mughey sirf doophar main he aata hay
