The Boat Poem by Prof Niamat Ali Murtazai

Sitting in the boat of a few friends
Some familiar habits, some known trends,
Some common laughters, some sighs
Some laughing stock, some called wise.

The boat is needful to pass through the sea
The endless shore of voyage seems nigh
Angry storms, proud tides, treacherous whirlpools
Can be defeated with friendship's tools.

Moonlit nights, wanton winds give you pleasure
When you enjoy friends company in leisure.
Cloud's thunder is repelled by friend's laughter
Miseries slip down fast from friends' rafter.

If you have no friends, you are still two
You and your self_ let go to the shore the canoe
The shadow is the third friend, you know
Silent companion, no where such friend_ lo!

Good intentions are the best fast friends
Towards them turn all energetic trends
You will never feel lonely, cold or hot
Through life ocean smoothly 'll sail the boat.