Thy little hands and twinkling eyes br Narrating a story of the whimsical hope br Which emerged through the black sky br In the sheer dark of fear and despair br br Thou art so young my friend br But the words thy tongue doth speak br Mesmerize me like I had an ancient wine br Served by none other than the great Socrates br br Thou art frail and tender br Yet I’ve seen thy valor br Terrorizing the mighty and cruel br Making them to genuflect br Whenever they catch a glimpse of thee br br Thou art the savior of my tormented self br Thou art the healer of my aching heart br Thou art the hope of my fearful mind br Thou art my real friend br In the good or worse br Whatever life would bring for us br Thou would be there br br My friend br I could never return thee br The myriad love br Like thou have showered br Upon my heart, body and soul br Yet I just have to whisper to the wind br Blowing from my land to thy unknown abode afar br I was touched by an angel called Love yesteryears br And I am living with this unfulfilling wish since br Would I ever be touched again? br br br Aug 03,2009br br Dr Kamran Haider Bukharibr br