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. Published in Daily Times, May 28th 2018.