TO MY EVER SLEEPING FRIEND
To my friend Ravikumar who killed by another friend.
still i can hear his laughters.
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 2008-03-31 kl 10:42
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