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My Lost Friend

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!

Comments

Addy said…
aajkal mere jeene ka sahara teri yaadein hain
dost , is fiza me bas bikhri teri yaadein hain
I'm sorry. . .I failed to recognize you. . .would you please reveal your identity?
And thank you for commenting!
Pramod said…
I can feel the pain in your heart.
Anonymous said…
nice poem dear.....:)

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