Sincere Friend.

Sitting right ahead of me,
I know that he is my friend indeed.

I know he wont let me fall,
Amid all the battles he would stand like a strong wall.

I know he would never let me cry,
He would fight all the worries, hitting bulls eye.

I cherish having a sincere friend with me,
He is kind humble and very sweet.

-Sr

Dreams.

Why so brief?
These moments are.
Been waiting for a long time.

The yesteryears and the memories glued,
some sweet, some were crude.

Why cant these be chosen ahead of times?
Slaking all bids, quelling the shines.

Anxiety kills as the sand in the hourglass fades,
Some things still go unnoticed, untouched.

These memoirs clinched in the hearts lie low,
As an invisible has been gone with the flow.

-Sr

Paradise Lost.

What did I do?
Please make me through.
Doors of heaven, please let me through.
I cry for the things long foregone.
& the things I know I did wrong.
My youth was false heaven's trench,
& Manhood wasted in earning bread.
Jumping high at every fret,
I lost the way, I lost it all.
Could've said my prayers instead.

-Sr

Raza Sultan.

Most normal, sweet, simple and sane;
Working through without complains.

Never bothered by the bullying background scores,
Laboring firm and fast for those grains,


The poor soul he is only five,
Learn, frail and very naive,

Devoulty completes all his chores,
Assuring no hindrance caused,
by his hands full of sores.



Loyal, obedient and when his master calls,

He would fail not; even if the world falls.

Angelic innocence shines bright on his face,
Driving away lookers griefs, leaving no trace.

-Sr




[Raza Sultan is a very special human being with very special qualities, he earns his living as a motor mechanic assistant. At the naive age of five he gets 10 Rs a day from his Ustaad]