Zeenat Iqbal Hakimjee.
Hold my hand, take me to he land,
Where name nor brand,
Will come in between true friends,
Shall go to their house,
Feeling like a louse,
Smiles, warmth, mirth and cheer,
Encompass me from all sides…
Take me away from my swing of mood,
Feel I well and good.
True friendship is hard to find,
With materialism in mind.
Wherever you are, come and touch me,
For mi am abound with sincerity,
A friend I receive…
To avoid the mire….
Always be there.
Give meaning to my blank stare.
Writer is a poet and has written a book titled H A R M O N Y a collection of poems.