Things, being imagined in minds,
Buddies, being valued through kinds
A day was bright, I found a pal,
It could think by, as my personal call.
My conscious turned as flicker,
I lost my words and moved as bilker.
Affection emerge, the chum is not outsider,
My words: that has gained my affection louder.
Though, the heart, moved constantly,
As I think, the buddy behaved me consistently.
Now, laying in my heart, and build me fantastic,
My imagination imagined; it was my heart’s static.
The buddy rest, in mind, eyes, lips, heart and in mine,
My gasps, my imagination, hold the scene from time.
SHAHZADA IMTIAZ ALI