There is a void in me That I fail to fill in It’s a small hole, the size of a golf ball But it’s hard to fill in I think of you all the time now Of your blood stained shroud and your covered face I think of death all the time now Of your wound and my tears at the end There is a void in me That I fail to fill in You have put the void there, Old friend I never knew you when you were alive I wish I never knew you At least you would be alive and We would meet sometime along the Ganta ghar , I would pass you and never think of you again But you died and killed me with you There is a void in me That is hard to fill in (for Arif ayoub, killed 26 May 2009 by a police tear gas shell)