To my friend Ravikumar who killed by another friend.
still i can hear his laughters.


TO MY EVER SLEEPING FRIEND

There was
every continent
in that
ink marks
in my
white shirt
splashed by
back bench
friend.

But where are you
my friend?
I searched
all that map
for you.

Sometimes
I felt....
hearing your sound;
felt wet as you painted
my shirt
with blue ink.



Poetry by anoop.m.r
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Written on 2008-03-31 at 10:42

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boon
.....a friend burning in the memory of another friend;
who will never come back again.
I will pray for him.
2008-04-02