My Friend Zone (Afzaal)
My friend, Afzaal is a simple boy,
A nice fellow but full of coy,
There is beard on his face,
Whose thoughts touch the blue-surface.
A kind hearted man he is,
And on his nose opticals,
He looks fit in white dress of his,
He bears the caliber to defeat obstacles.
He words from heart attracts all,
And compell a weeping face smile,
His spirited nature does all enthrall,
So, he lives in love-garden beyond hostile.