He never professed, to be a friend;
He only made felt, of his friendship:
He never said a word,
He only whispered in the ear,
For a better tomorrow:
The wonderfully surprising whispers,
The whispers for changing the world of tomorrow;
The whispers of hope and imagination;
The whispers, those were
Prized so much;
Now the whisperer has gone for so long;
and may not be for so good;
Leaving behind nothing, but
The silence after the whispers!
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