I have three brothers and this one is my life.
There is someone who cares about me.
He is stylish and attractive.
Submissive and heart to heart person.
He makes me glad when I’m sad.
Always hanging with his friends,
Meal slips from his memory but
never forgets to take mobile.
I hate his this habit when he drinks raw eggs
for making body as inspired by John Cena.
He is spendthrift,buys everything he likes
even that thing is useless.
I love the way he speaks truth.
My all secrets are buried in his chest.
Wipes my tear when I cry
and provides me shoulder when I’m alone.
He hugs me when I feel most miserable
and for that moment I forget my sorrows.
Forgive me when I make blunders
and taught me to live among cunning people.
I know I can’t repay him back but
I can give my everything with all I’m left
smile like hay,fading love,weak soul
and broken heart if he want.
He rules my heart like king Saladin
He is my brother Zia-u-ddin.








His logo

This logo by my elder brother Salahuddin
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