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