A Gone Friend Poem by Muhammad Umair

I walked out of my room,
Everything seemed like bloom;
My friend smiled in ecstasy
Told me something coming to be.

What was it that made him glow?
Was it said with a natural flow?
He smiled, hugged and said;
God has given me a new breath.

Light--light--light, he saw everywhere,
Coped everything with a flair;
Finally, that thing arrived
And made him barely survived.

That gaiety changed into a grief,
He walked off, you can't borrow life;
He was gone--gone in utter gloom
And, I--I walked back into my room.