I would like to dedicate the below poem to my best friend ishwarpal
Tribute To A Best Friend
Sunlight streams through window paneunto a spot on the floor....then I remember,it's where you used to lie,but now you are no more.Our feet walk down a hall of carpet,and muted echoes sound....then I remember,It's where your paws would joyously abound.A voice is heard along the road, and up beyond the hill,then I remember it can't be yours....your golden voice is still.But I'll take that vacant spot of floorand empty muted halland lay them with the absent voiceand unused dish along the wall.I'll wrap these treasured memorialsin a blanket of my loveand keep them for my best frienduntil we meet above.
7:12 PM
Thursday, April 24, 2008
&& i think of u every night~
