Monday, December 29, 2008


There is a poem I had posted here a couple of months back. It struck a chord with me then and it does now....the last few words of the poem:

When it is truly time,
And if you have been chosen,
It will do it by itself and it will keep on doing it
Until you die or it dies in you.

It was a dear friend while it was around....but it dies a slow death. I feel it dying within me as each day passes.....the writer in shall be missed....if by no one else, atleast by me.

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