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Void...

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)
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maliksajad said…
very sad, want to see kashmir a paradise again.
June 2, 2009 at 7:57 AM
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