For Milan, Kalga

Oh Friend, 

You said we would climb together the highest of peeks,

To see the Everest !

Oh Friend,

As we took the dense streets,

Climbing narrow roads to Kalga.

We had just begun,

In that red lit cafe! We clicked.

In the hilly starry nights,

Look up! 

galaxies of thoughts lighting our paths to come. 

Oh friend,

Engraved in those stones we tossed in the flowing streams, 

The memories of us, journeys the ocean.

Dear friend, I oft think. 

As I age, you live young!

Kalga still echoes our laughter,

In the sun soaked winter, 

Your music plays, I might not be there yet.

Don’t cross over, oh friend!

We shall leave for Pulga together.