Published in Revolution Flame Public messages
April 15, 2012 4:56 pm  

Brothers

No matter what color,
We are brothers.


We look alike,
we are brothers.


Let’s close the doors,
Let’s be apart from this world


As this world doesn’t know,
the meaning of word Brother

Written By : Noor Ul Ain Hanif
 Photo Credits : Hmad Asghar

   Published in Revolution Flame public messages

Coin One

My childhood memories lies,
under the journey that start from the rupee to the coin


At that time one rupee was worth enough,
That I could buy the whole world,


Lolly pop, ice lolly, road side snacks were the main stuff,
That I used to enjoy after school with my buds.


But soon the rupee turned into a coin,
And everything starts moving up in price.


But the fun don’t end here,
Soon Head and Tail becomes the key of every problem


Now there’s no value of the coin One,
It seems that world has forgotten the coin


But it lies in my memories,
It’s ‘chan chan’ sound echoes in my memories


Written By : Noor Ul Ain Hanif
Photo Credits : Hmad Asghar