So man, you're not here anymore.
Now my heart feels heavy and body seems sore
I tried not to cry and be a man
But that didn't go according to plan.
I thought of your jokes and that rascal smile
with your face in my mind all the while
...
From the memory of our fantastic friendship I learnt,
Now is precious , time shan't be burnt.
(10 February 1992 to 20 April 2009)
just as a tribute, not as an advertisement. The very least I can do.
I'll appreciate it if there are NO comments asking what this is about.
PS - I just saw your mail Ankur, will reply as soon as I can, thanks.

6 comments:
Great poem....
says it all for all of us....
so sorry..
Take care, ok?
Sigh. It's strange, innit?
I like the poem.
=)
beautiful
Thank you all :}
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