MeeeSA JarheAD

O cometh tis day
Whereby his soul moved adrift

Wherein he atmost ...felt his life meek away

when he could never thy self comprehend
his journey , wat life bringeth also neigh

O cometh tis day
He wondereth ....
How complete he was....but never fulfilled

Tis day he had only dreamed he liveth
like none at all he could feel .... wat may be fake and wat maybe real .

Jarhead he was called in hindsight it may have been
But fears he lay to rest that hes hurt .......

Jarhead he may have really been
because blind he was in being incomplete......

But wen he saw thy face ....
His heart began to gloweth.........

and HAppy was he ...certainly u may
b'cos thy love he felt was near......

.....near by word .................and even nearer by heart ............

HE LOVES YOU ......and yet he knows nobody careth..........................

but is it him or is it both he still wondereth .....................

THE POOR JARHEAD ...he was no doubt ..........



This is a poem dedicated to my dear fren 'deadbody ' raj ..........he king of arcot ...............who I met after a long absence