In memory of a friend on Children's Day

A lot of memoirs are part of this date
Events that were designed by fate
Some made up for a celebration
And other brought in images of a cremation

A friend who is no more
The emptiness making our lives sour
This was the day he came on to earth
A great friend had taken his birth

These thoughts recur every year
Leaving my eyes wet in a tear
A humble guy he was
I so badly hope that it was ‘HE IS’

 - In memory of a friend who shares his birthday with children’s day