Oh friend, I do miss you bad,
your end, that was pretty sad.
Panting and sweating, you breathed your last.
Thanking God, perhaps, for the pain ended fast.
When the flies were done with your moribund face,
I began digging your grave, your dead scent giving me a slight grimace.
As I lowered you into the pit,
your pale lips seemed to smile a bit.
Red anger, black pain or pink joy or macabre blues,
what made you smile that smile, oh my! my head started spinning loose.
For a brief instant my mind mused about the hangman's noose,
But the deed I did seemed too just, bringing my heart a final truce.
And so I buried you in a land hallowed,
And with your farewell, my life got hollowed.
Over the wet mud, I placed a single rose,
I hope its fragrance seeped through and reached your dead nose.
I often think of the times we shared,
Oh my! to you, my soul I had bared.
But yet, you chose to betray my faith that was blind,
and tried to back stab me for some petty gain of the monetary kind.
And so, that day, I brought down the hammer on your skull,
and oh, I admired the blood gushing down your face, dark and dull.
Don't dare break the sacred bonds of friendship next time around,
If at all you get another chance, another birth on this holy ground.
regards,
ratan
CAclubindia
