Poetry: Be Free Old Friend

This poem is dedicated to my late best friend and mentor Sandipan. He has now become a part of nature. I do miss him a lot but to some extent I am content that he might belong in a better world now.


Be Free Old Friend


Thy seabed is sandy, but your hands are so dry
My only eye’s candy, why didn’t you wave goodbye?
If I resemble a hill-top, you were a giant mountain
But crimson streams flow now, and your heart ‘s an open fountain

Thy powers were mighty, capable of turning tempests
But even thou couldn’t endure the treachery of vile friends.
If I had thy might, I would have revenge thee
But revenge is not so sweet, ‘tis what thee taught me

Now the elements welcome you, like a fruit of their tree
Farewell good old friend, let your soul be free
Inherit the strength of earth, the fury of fire,
the mobility of water, and also the calm of air.

Drench in their powers, as you deserve ‘em all
Experience the charm that you once felt in a concert hall
Go enjoy this world, which is still open for discovery
A world full of secret, but not with friend’s treachery.

Goodbye old pal, I’ll miss you a lot
But never look back, or even give it a thought
Dead you may be, but still alive you are
In that world and in my heart, which will always be ajar.