Syed Tanees Zubair
The backbone
Someone was born
On that day
To face the fears
Resist the fray
He makes me happy
He resists my fear,
And when I cry
He wipes my tears.
He does so good
So why is the world foe;
Why only he
Why this woe?
He does so good
But he is unknown
Why true is hidden
Why false is shown.
I want him to be happy
But he never shares
I want him to think
That someone cares.
A sober soul
With a soft tone
This nature makes you own
A golden throne.
The man is strong
Like a backbone
A kind-hearted person
Cries alone.