(for Sobuj who died of tissue-cancer)

Here it was again, blazing overhead:
the tyrant sun melting my candle -
my source of light during power-failure.

Plastered with sighs of a dying friend,
I saw the sun heating up his dead cells,
its rays turning into trails of smoke.

Sofiul Azam

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/g-for-green-grey-too/