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Created on: March 24, 2009
this poetry is written in memory of my friend's loving son..who is not with us anymore but yet is always with us in our heart and always will be.
ANNIVERSARY
Today is the date you detest the most
And it comes back every year to haunt like a ghost
An eternal void has left your soul evermore sore
His sea green eyes now shut , you can look into no more
Always in your mind, rests a picture of his face
That not a date in the calendar can ever efface
His golden brown curls and his handsome smile
That could make girls fall from a distant mile
To watch him blossom you did not get the chance to see
From a child to the endearing man he would turn out to be
Now with this constant ache your life you deal
I will never quite understand, how it is you feel
I am not in your shoes , but I am your friend
And I did love him too till the very end
Some queries have no answers but yet we ask
Why does HE take his children to task?
Sometimes that HE does, why does HE do?
Why did HE summon this inopportune adieu?
HE is our master and HE alone knows
HE tests us with some hard and bitter blows
HE throws us into the burning pyre
To test our endurance through the consuming fire
Keep this wound always burning in your heart
This flame will keep him alive though he is now apart
He will see the world through the light in your eyes
In person he is no more , but his timeless spirit never dies
On his death anniversary today , recall him with great affection
Reminisce every moment together, bring them all into reflection
Smile , for would he want to see your eyes filled with tears?
Would you ever want that for him my dear?
Be rest assured no one can harm him , coz he is in the safest place
Transformed into a real star , he abides in LORD'S warm embrace !
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