IN MEMORY OF C.S. SAIN
I had a friend in my life’s moor.
Who have gone to the top most floor.
He was really a gorgeous man.
Made me also a precious friend.
He was so much close to me.
In my heart was only he.
I was to him much impressed.
His works often by me praised.
So many games we played together.
But were ignorant what was weather.
Thief and police, hide and seek.
In both games he wasn’t weak.
He was best in game of car.
In bicycling left everyone far.
He was also fond of cricket.
In this game he never loose bate.
He was brave and too much bold.
And was also smart many fold.
We were one at everywhere.
About any problem we didn’t care.
He was first Friend of me.
But now only in memory.
Now he lives in home of god.
I can’t find where that’s road.
I pray god to keep him there.
And not send to dirty place here.
:John Dandy
19/05/2009
THIS POEM IS A TRIBUTE TO MY PAST DEAD FRIEND CHANDRA SHEKHER SAIN
( SHERU), DIED IN SEPT.2006.