There once was a little guy. He was born in the bushes. His parents gave him a name - Irfan Naushir.His first friends were trees. His soul played the trumpet, his body sang along with the music.
The brothers he has three, and sister the only one. He's the third among them.
The brothers he has three, and sister the only one. He's the third among them.
He grew up a bit. They live in the big city. He went to school. He talked a bit. He acted a bit. He went to make some friends.
He started to move one step ahead. He joined a heritage institution, the Victoria Institution. He started to give some shapes on his life. He learned things, he experienced a lot of metaphores, messy people around him.
He flew by himself. He hid away from the people and emerged a new life.From an ordinary person, he tried to be an extraordinary. But he grew all the years in the same way as other people, just the believes made him to be different. He believes in himself.
As the time goes by, the rhyme goes by too, but all of the people who have come to him have discovered that he is still really the guy singing to the trees.
