Monday, 14 December 2009

A poem in memory of a dead friend!

Tomorrow morning
he won’t wake up!
time will heal his ailment
with love
and pain
that he always cherished with his soul.
So tonight
unlike many other nights
he will sleep at ease!
like a tired soldier
who returns to his land
with hoisted flag
dragging legs
and dried up face.
He will call it a day !
the death will reborn him.

Farid Gul, December 14th 2009, London

1 comment:

Shanu said...

Oh ... Oh God! :S I'm so sorry to hear about the death of such a special friend of yours, Farid!
Khwdey de ubakhee, ao khwdey de taso la da zrra sabar darki.

Very sweet poem, very heartbreaking. I'm terribly sorry for your loss . . .