In the quiet corners of the day,
When crowded voices fade away,
I find a steady, guiding light,
That makes the heavy shadow bright.
No golden crown on silver throne
Can match the warmth that I have known,
In silent bonds and shared smiles,
That bridge the longest, weary miles.
You are the anchor in my storm,
A familiar coat that keeps me warm,
A chapter written in the stars,
That heals the deepest of my scars.
Beyond the noise of time and space,
We carved our own unhurried face,
A secret shelter built on trust,
That will not fade or turn to dust.
Through changing tides and passing years,
Through sudden laughs and hidden tears,
This bond will stand, unique and true:
My rarest gift of all is you.
No words can count, no map can trace,
The forever home in your embrace;
Where worlds collapse and seasons end,
I’ll still be proud to call you friend.
A true friend is a shining light,
Who makes the darkest days feel bright;
They always stay right by your side,
With secrets that you can confide.
They lift you up when you are low,
And help your holy spirits grow;
Through every laugh and every tear,
A loyal friend is always near.
By Naman Raghuwanshi, DAV Amlohri
