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At the Hands of a Friend
by Pradeep Dhavakumar
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  I was shot
At the hands of a friend
And I fell down,
To a deep dark end.
I laid down for years...
With more fears than the tears
Contemplating the reasons
For the sudden change in the seasons

While I bled,
I stood up again.
With the hope like Steel,
That it can never be my friend.
My closing eyes opened,
To the face I held so dear.
My heart still refusing,
That he is the one near.

As I struggled to stand
As my life left the land.
Came the burning words,
Even the mightiest bullets feared.
'Yes, it's me ', he said,
And without the slightest strain
He shot me again.
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May 15, 2005
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