Black Friday... Poem by Vivek Kumar

Hey Vinay, Do you remember...?
The way, used to be those summers and winters...
Moments fought with us and you were in anger...

Summer suns have always risen with a long ride...
Those bicycles, that temple, fond of that sight...
Setting red brought the games on the roofs...
Laughing and running, here and there, two goofs...
The nights have been covered with the ''yellow''...
Talking with stars and ''two stars'' are on pillow....

Remember the mist of winter morning...
Caps & gloves, fire is blue, and that far ring...
Warmth noon, our flying doss to galaxies...
Evening, that fallen little cycle on the bricks...
Every tea, getting tastier with breads and toast...
Cold nights and blankets, the neighbour ghost....

I made you run to the school when it was late...
Sometimes, I am too lazy, the thing you hate...
It was dogs and cats, and we just enjoyed a lot...
We did, we never did, remember those knots...
Bathing on rooftop, more by rain, less by choice...
Fragrance of pickles, rainy day was almost voice...

Yes my brother, I know, you remember...
How much pretty those summers and winters...!
I came before, I was alone, then you were here...
13th of April, black Friday even I am without fear...
You the, colour to my Holi, sparkles to my Diwali...
They come and go, forever wish ''I want you to stay..''
All your dreams may come true, ''Happy Birthday...''