Manu Katiyar
God I plead for a friend,
Who is there with me from beginning 'til end
When I lay forlorn
He comes to help, covering many furlongs
When I am in destitute
He mends me with his rectitude
When I stop in dismay
“Get up my friend” is what he says
When I loose the support of my consort
He is always there to give me comfort
When nobody is there to hold my hands
He takes me across the sands
When flattery is flowing like a song
He tells me what is right and what is wrong
He supports me but never makes me dependent
And strives for making me independent
So I pray my angelic mate
May you be master of your fate
Years flowing I may become ‘late’
But my dear you must become great
