MY FRIEND'S DEATH

Give me the tomorrow,
for I may never see.
The glories of today,
that belong to history.

Call me mad or insane,
when I will be no more,
you will weep, yes
every now and then...

Let with every tear,
my memory be always near.
The story will thus end,
for losing a nice friend.

- Prasenjit Das © 97-99