My Dead Friend

(Fictional Setup: Antony crying seeing the dead body of Julius Caesar. He wails and poeticizes)

The blinking stars

The vast sky

Is calling thy name, my friend

You have fallen asleep

So deep, So quietly
That even the silence appears noisy.

To my highly awakened heart.

 

The heavenly voice is growing louder
O my friend! Why you not waking up?
Even the heavenly lips too dried calling your name
Caesar! Caesar! calling you time and again.

 

Your body is not making a move

Your eyes don’t open to watch me now
Your voice is not audible still
I still don’t know, I still yearn how.
My friend is not waking up
My friend has still not woken up.

 

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