I am wet and soaked,
not in rain but in tears.
at night i feel all that fears,
the rocks near me hurts me hard,
and makes me chilled with the
fear of past.
The silent of the shore is broken
by the shrill,
As the river is, rushing under the
hills.
The shattering light of the moon
is bright,
which in this isolation is only
mine.
My heart is there thinking of one
with happiness which is few and
sorrow which grows,
with ever thought which comes
and goes,
but still there is another no show
,
friends r forever let them not
go......................
for u my friend.............