I am not going to pen a poem written by the Williams but going to write something about a person whom I miss in my life, and yes he missed his life. I dedicate this posting not to a friend who is dead but to our friendship which is still alive. How can I forget those moments which made our life meaningful?

I cannot remember the day which made us friends as we were toddlers then. We had a good competition in academics, a tough competition in sports but you raced me in the end. You taught me English, taught me to ride bicycle, introduced the writer in me to me. I cannot prevent my tears whenever I think of you. We had similar ideologies, similar ideas, similar tastes, and similar frequencies. I can still remember the day when we decided to start our concern after getting settled in our lives.

            I was unable to tolerate the pain in my heart when I heard that gory incident. And it is that minute which made me realize that you are no more and I am alone. You are still a friend of my loneliness and emptiness in my happiness. And finally you remain a poem in my heart with each and every verse lingering in my ears.