a tremor

the last signs of your responses
rinsed, I felt a tremor within, a mess,
estranged friendship, a rage you
venture to carry till your grave, the
obituary you wrote for us
regards no scope of concurrence

the guidance I received from you
reflects perhaps in my writings,
erase, if you may, the damaging discord,
volumes of those dead frozen wars
om shanti, I beg your pardon, my friend,
respects for you I treasure without end

© supratik 2023
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Such a wonderful tribute to clearly a very, very special friend.

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