When we become children,
Mohammad Atif Khan, Sultan Sikandar Khan Mohammad Khel
I have a childhood friend
Son of the Most Generous and Honorable Father
And every hearty and well known personality
Uncle Noor Khan is the nephew of Mohammad Khel.
A few days ago
Coming from a cashier
Me
Dental zones come to Mianwali to leave -
Atif Khan
Sabitin Khan Samkhel, Zubair Khan Samkhel (Patwari)
And mine
Made good among themselves
From Rohri to Mianwali
We were childhood
Lost in memories, keep laughing
And that day
As long as
we both
With all the other mates,
Of cash
In the rough streets
The old tires of the Ford wagon kept running.
Trucks made of Moble Oil cans, kept driving.
The old rims of the bicycle continued to run through the stick.
In the houses
From the stove in the stove, to the cool tea.
Otherwise,
From the bread box,
Take out the cool bread and eat it.
Khando Khandori, Chhap Chhadi, Ati Dinh kept playing .
in the summer
From all the neighborhoods
Run away and eat the bells.
As Atif Khan
I had to brake to say goodbye
Suddenly both of us
Again
Get bigger and wiser .
I was thinking that
Probably
To grow up
Us
There is a lot to lose.
Us
You have to leave your childhood…
Even childhood friends are weird.
Whenever we meet
Man
Returns .
Man
Becomes a child again…
O Allah!
All of us
Keeping up with each other's smiles, Amen.
