Asking Why Poem by asutosh hota

I always cry in my dreams asking only one question to someone -he did this ‘why',
Why did he took from our lives d best spirit which we rejoiced at every time,
The time we spent is unforgettable and replacing the one we lost is impossible,
The one who always made everyone of us smiled has left us with tears to shed for a while,
And has made us d debtor of his soul who is resting in peace in the heaven with gods with his teethy smile,
The one who walked with us with hands on our shoulders,
The one who played pranks on his juniors' n respected all elders,
He was d one who would make d sick heal with his words so influencin',
And would make d sad one laugh bringing a blossom of cheers on his ugly grin,
He was a best of friends, the most obedient of students, the favorite of people's n d star of the eyes of his mother,
He was like a tulip in d snowland, he was like a dropp f water in a desert, he was like a pathfinder,
With his glittering eyes, with is funny voice n his indifferent looks, he could impress anyone in d first look,
With his cognoscente approach to certain topics, with his readiness to be with friends n have fun,
Everything remains in our hearts till the very end of this miserable world,
N my friend wait for us as we are coming soon for giving sweet company to u………
We pray for your peace, we cry for ur presence, we beg for u to com back bt alas we know dat its quite impossible,
Bt my friend no power can stop us to be wid u as we were never different persons, we were a single soul, dwelling in different forms, which has lost a precious part n soon will join u in the eternal world…………….