To a friend and his name is Somarajan
We worked together on a cliff in port of Salalah
Sultanate of Oman as Sea Traffic Controllers.
Happy to hear that you got a new job in port of Khalifa,Abu Dhabi.
Once I worked there on a Tug supply vessel to oil Rigs.
But you never find such a place in port of Salalah!
I remember my friend you taught me to press the keyboard
And send E.mails to the World,
Not only that you introduced me the Indian bottle of Rum
'Old Monk' that sent us to Paradise.
Once I was drunk and walked in nude?
Sorry my friend and I don't think we meet again
Along this sojourn?
But I keep your name in my memory book
And I wish you Good luck!
[Soma! Do you remember how we commanded the big ships to drop their rusty anchors in the right positions? Yet,we struggle to settle down ourselves in the mysterious life!]
nimal dunuhinga
moving story of a friendship, Nimal...very intimate and embraces the reader's mind easily...
Nice tribute to a friend
nice memories. Walking nude after a drink of rum, that must be the streaking age.
A great dedication Nimal ! Hope he gets a chance to read this too ! -Raj