I Had A Friend

I Had A Friend elegy

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What to do with this
fatuous heart, my friend?
Who always yearns for you
As, it is still standing by
waiting for a veracious friend
Who has left his mate
loitering in this brutal world.
Here, I stand
staring out of the window,
recollecting the memory
when we used to laugh
under this blissful sky.
But now, this air seems to be
filled with funk and woe.
My dearest pal has left me
just in a flash of time,
And, now the night sky
tells me the story
of my own bereavement.
Tell me my friend, what should I do?
When the one who picked me up
In the time of storms
has now left me, with nothing
but a brimful of tears.

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