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HOW DOES IT FEEL TO LOSE A FRIEND

It is raining the whole day.
The boy,standing beside da window
A vacant look,pale face of his.
I dont dare to xplore his mind.
His best friend has died last nite.
I shivered.
Why does lyf become so rude to us!
Best friend,-part of our soul.
I could see my good old dayz.
The togetherness we enjoyed,
the times we had let off,unnoticed.
feelings we shared...
unuttered words,unspoken dreams--
We didn't ever had to share verbally.
In dose good times
HE was there with others..enjoying,smiling
In my bad times
He was there,alone,still trying to smile.
His presence gave me confidence
Mine gave him warmth.
How is it lose such a friend!
I looked up,straight to the boy's face.
Tears were coming down from eyes.
Raindrops,tear--they all were mixing up.
I held a paper high above my head.
Nature's sympathy and heart's latency soaked up.
A piece of imagination was wriiten wid invisible ink.
A poem of love,life and dreams-all lost forever.
I started walking down da road
Behind rain and emotions were pouring in,-
together.

Comments

Avinash Lewis said…
Good Soumya Ur Rooms gr8 keep it up! chic... i also have a poem in ur room, hp u dont feel offended.. take care lewis
August 10, 2006 7:22 AM
Anonymous said…
very touching poem soumya...keep it up.
November 28, 2006 7:06 AM
Rukhiya said…
I held a paper high above my head.
Nature's sympathy and heart's latency soaked up.
A piece of imagination was wriiten wid invisible ink.
A poem of love,life and dreams-all lost forever.

This in itself is such a beautiful verse!
July 04, 2008 10:56 AM
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