Remembering Amir Bhayani

The Prince of Peace

Amir’s in a foreign land.
Amir is a one man band.
One day Amir gave me a call. 
Another day, I had a great fall.
I yearn to speak to Amir now;
I haven’t got his number, how?
Amir speaks a precious tongue
through his instrumental lungs.
I yearn to speak to Amir now
He is too far; I wonder how?

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~ by Bombadil on June 13, 2008.

One Response to “Remembering Amir Bhayani”

  1. This was really a good one dude..good rhyme..i was searching my name on the net and found this page…read the other poems as well..this one is the best in rhyme…me thinks…u know I am a sucker for rhyme…

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