Monday, May 18, 2009

a lost friend..

you had been quiet close to me
though we never talked much
without being in your physical touch
i could relate to you as a friend
i could never give or take advice
neither did i remain very nice
but still, that relation was there
unheard, unthought of, unfelt
its today, i realize..
im sorry for not missing you when alive
it wont matter much to many
hardly some would care
may be i would forget too
but i cant forget that you were there
i wish best of luck to you friend
i should have wished it a little earlier
how i feel helpless now, to be so late
sometimes it feels too hard to fight our fate

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