My Friend Zone (Ismayeel) Poem by Mohammad Muzzammil

The next member who is to come,
He is sensative but my lovely chum,
Known Ismayeel and on his face is smile,
Of truth and rumour he has a pile.

He talks clearly and to me apprises,
Of what he has experienced in the whole day,
And oft his mistakes he realises,
And resolves moving daily on right way.

Once in a week he listens sermon,
And talks seldom like a genius one,
He acts with girls mostly like a demon,
And appears shortly a violent one.