My friend, it is my own sorrow <br />That has destroyed me. <br />It is a lie to think <br />That your love had the strength to do it. <br />I have no complaint against <br />Heat or drought. <br />My garden was destroyed <br />By the dews of spring. <br /> <br />It is not the fault <br />Of the black night. <br />The ocean was defeated <br />By its beloved moon. <br /> <br />Who is it that <br />Blames death? <br />A man is destroyed, <br />By his birth. <br /> <br />The sun that rises <br />Is certain to sink. <br />He lies who says <br />The west destroyed it. <br /> <br />Yes, one can be destroyed <br />By grieving for dead friends, <br />Though it is more likely the result, <br />Of the display of that grief. <br /> <br />The enemy is not the murderer, <br />I tell you. <br />Shiv was killed <br />By those who loved him.<br /><br />Shiv Kumar Batalvi<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-friend-255/
