Companionship



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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