The broken man was telling
of the death of his friend.
And that he had been crying
to mourn, As mouthfuls of blood
would gush from his liver.
For many days the angel
of death had been eyeing,
No one knew, it would descend so near
Islamabad
Oct 26,2010
Sadiqullah Khan
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/his-friend/
