PramodThomas Arackal

June 05: Conroy, For You - Poem by PramodThomas Arackal

June 05,
A year ago
I lost my friend
He lived a lot in his 23 years
Like a short song he went away
I didn’t cry at his funeral
I imagined the fire consumed him
One day he will resurrect like a tree
From it’s fallen bark
His sufferings were not less than his life
His sufferings was his life
He was alone in the auditorium of life
Like a sparrow in it’s nest, lonely
I met him in a bar
Miles away from my home
Dark as my mind
We shared the same cigarette
We talked the same language
We loved each other

He hanged himself
When I heard about it
I went to the same old bar
I smoked as strong as I can
And sank myself in alcohol
This world is not for ones who suffer
This world is not for ones who suffer
If I have courage I will also play a game with god
Like my friend.

Comments about June 05: Conroy, For You by PramodThomas Arackal

  • Vipins Puthooran (6/26/2013 9:55:00 AM)

    This world is not for the one who suffers/ the grief I can feel..excellent line....a good poem.. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, June 26, 2013

Poem Edited: Wednesday, June 26, 2013

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