the poem talks about the death of my friend
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A sudden call from my native town carrying
a message of my friend's death
We were the close mates of our town
in school,streets and in play grounds
For our bread, we went to east and west
After our meeting at his marriage in my town
another meeting is at the graveyard in his funeral
His face turned to black and dry
I asked my mind, Why?
It replied to me
cause of his expectation of my arrival at his last bed
My absence may made his face
as black and dry
I n his last bed he may desire to see my face atleast
I paid my homage and wept for my loss
SAKTHIRAVICHANDRAN AN INDIAN ENGLISH POET
Poetry by SAKTHI RAVICHANDRAN
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Written on 2007-08-14 at 06:53
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From a funeral
FROM A FUNERAL================
A sudden call from my native town carrying
a message of my friend's death
We were the close mates of our town
in school,streets and in play grounds
For our bread, we went to east and west
After our meeting at his marriage in my town
another meeting is at the graveyard in his funeral
His face turned to black and dry
I asked my mind, Why?
It replied to me
cause of his expectation of my arrival at his last bed
My absence may made his face
as black and dry
I n his last bed he may desire to see my face atleast
I paid my homage and wept for my loss
SAKTHIRAVICHANDRAN AN INDIAN ENGLISH POET
Poetry by SAKTHI RAVICHANDRAN
Read 478 times
Written on 2007-08-14 at 06:53
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