Fatima:

She is too young for the griefs of world.

So pretty satisfying smile,
Wont see it again, swear, nor for thousands of miles.

The scarf neatly covers, just below her eyes,
Protecting her against the harmful spies,

With tiny trinkets clinched firmly in her hands,
She must be missing playful games with friends.

So young she is for the worries of life,
Disharmony, dissension and strife,

Fatima sweetheart, your smile would be safely kept,
Laughter would no more be bereft.

-Sr 

Fluvial flutters of the flute.

musical nights..

Serene flutters of flute.

booooing sights
she carries on
to turn minds on
she cries, loud , tuned fine
holes in her heart still goes on... and kills time.
millions of tears she washes away..
bringing brimmed smiles on the lips tht are fray
snores, sores, and perishing mores
she rejuvenates charm, rekindling every pore.
lyrical ballads pitched high, she sings
glory, zeal in lives she brings.
who knows how and why she sings?
who knows how and why she sings?
She sings with a heart of hole,
but sings for the things to roll.
and for the sanity the she wants to see
duping a Man's misery
she sings for the climate of love.
she sings for the grugde to flush.
hale and healthy she keeps,
but inside she bitterly weeps.

what greatness she shows
and her beauty excels rose.
her echo's meticulously designed by HIM
and a melody that comes from ones within.
she gasp and wasps hurting her self
she dies but making a fire look good.

-Sr 

Jaag Jao!

Weeran se is shehar mein akelay darr mehsoos hota hai Iztaraab~
Kya hoga? Agar younhey sootay rahay sab toh?

-Sr

Price of Loyalty.

Dictator free world.

Fifteen Pounds, and Egyptians, your Identity is Sold!

Fifteen Pounds you take and Slavery is on hold,

Fifteen Pounds for the inhabitants of Egypt, to change their loyalty.

What to do of those Fifteen Pounds?

If the TRUTH CANT BE TOLD?

-Sr