Friday, October 30, 2009

Poem: To The Loose Cannon (Dedicated to Manoj Rane)

Friend, my only regret is
Our coffee, which I will miss
Chatter and shared muffins
What’s this talk about coffins?

Till we meet again, Manoj Rane
On the shores of a city where there’s no pain.
Till we meet again, Manoj Rane.

I might’ve forgotten your birthdays
Or, failed to connect more on Facebook
A book in which for every friend you gain
You lose one and then make friends, again.

Till we meet again, Manoj Rane
On the shores of a city where there’s no pain.
Till we meet again, Manoj Rane.

Now that you are gone, I am back to the grind
But things about you still linger in the mind
You were so concerned, afraid of death
Oh! You should have held on to friendship and faith.

Till we meet again, Manoj Rane
On the shores of a city where there’s no pain.
Till we meet again, Manoj Rane.

I still think of you being so close as ever
A call away, not knowing you left for ever
Or your smile, your pique, or your laughter
Or, on lazy evenings, our shared idle chatter.

Till we meet again, Manoj Rane
On the shores of a city where there’s no pain.
Till we meet again, Manoj Rane.
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To my friend Manoj Rane, may his soul rest in peace.

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