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!