Sitting near the window in my room I hear the raindrops falling on the glass pane But I'm unable to gather the strength to look As this untimely rain reminds me of my Lost Friend Tonight the rain is not as strong or wind as harsh as the night when he went to the heaven to be with the great souls and God himself Leaving all of us numb and helpless He is remembered by someone or the other everyday his presence is felt in our lives in spite of the void he created If saying R.I.P means saying good bye to his presence then probably even after almost an year, that I would not say!