Good Friend Poem by Naveed Akram
Good Friend
Good green and giving friend,
To little people is the word;
Go to travel on a horse fetching wind,
With wings it uplifts the soul above the heavens.
If steel is the green rod, we are natural
As destroying may be a hammer of devilry.
Gold is the sight of the good deity,
It shines fresh every morning for good.
Treasure is never found or discovered
But merely exhibited from the pouch.
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