On My Friendship Poem by Shuaib Saifi

I’ve very lovingly held thy hand,
To be a true and a loyal friend;
My love to thee I’ll e’er persist to send,
But mine is so soft, please never bend.
So have it with a great affection and care,
Keeping away from disloyalty and lie’s air.

I’ve had in thee the never-dying faith,
That won’t end even with my death;
I’ll stand by thee till my last breath;
Thus to shield its edge, in such a strong sheath
I’ll keep this sword. If the same be even inside thee,
Ah! Souvenir and matchless, our friendship will be.