Somewhere in the material world,
I lost the man, I knew, I loved,
the man that was me, that I had become.
I lost the innocence and the look in those eyes,
I lost the faith, the determination,
I lost the focus, the elixir that he was
to all my pain,my inspiration.
When people laughed and mocked at him,
he smiled and knew they would repent,
never kept a grudge, no venom, no hate,
He had the heart and a simple fate.
Few lines believed what he was all about,
few lines that danced and smiled like him,
few lines of a poem that rhymed like him.
I miss that man, that man that was me,
and so last night I must have cried,
when I realised, the wind in my sail,
that lovable poet, that was me had died.
Nadeem....
