Poem by

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.

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