When I Found A Friend
With repute unaided in appeal.
by Siddic Nagdee
Likened a delicate make-up in seclusion,
Of freely in quest of others need.
My heart crammed with modest appreciation.
Void of others emerging to be like me
In reality unaided in the midst of crowds,
When swiftly you appeared as a silver line
Portraying your gracious, in the darkened cloud.
Your echoed words filled with magical kind
my heart pacified and saved from desolate.
Lending a hand in forgoing calamity
Ever secured me in power of renovate
Gratitude in maintain made me fair
grateful to how you changed to restore
some sight and some might of hope
I never forget your down to earth virtue