you, br me and poetry br were three friends, br cute, cuddly, br handsome, three some. br no rancour, no green eyes, br nourishing one amother br beautifully. br br then.you left me br br so has the poetry, br br ultimate loser br is self, br the pen, the sheaf of papers, br the sofa you so listlessly br used to sit br and br the dogeared br Omar Khayyam br carelessly still br page marked at 92 br sing br glorious of your absence. br br ..atp br 15.02.2008.