To My Beloved Friend
Lotus in the mud,
Glittering and shining like star,
Enthralling the audience with,
His beautiful songs.
I know him just like my mind,
A burning stuff for others not for him,
Even the little pain of others,
Could spark that fire a lot.
He was a black man,
But mind was pure white,
One day some one cut that flower,
It slowly immersed into the mud,
I have little tears to offer him
But more memories.
Copyright © Binoy Raveendran | Year Posted 2017
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