Friend, <br />Once upon a time you were my friend <br />and the day I knew you played a plot <br />to demean me thru a sting mission <br />and the day you confessed that <br />you plotted behind to chase me out <br />for your own survival <br />you died as my friend <br />and I threw your corpse to a graveyard <br />and I saw you lie there cold and dead <br />without any respect or dignity <br />a human deserves <br />I did not wait for your funeral <br />that I left with a clergy <br />and when I walked alongwith <br />my pure earth I looked back <br />at your funeral pyre there I could see <br />only black smoke like the blind, <br />black spots of your brain and mind <br />which killed you and your inner vision <br />Oh Friend? ? ? ? <br />I am in peace now and I feel <br />I don't even know you.....<br /><br />Rema Prasanaa<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-don-t-even-know-you/
