Friend Poem by Kyrgiakos Punnilathil

Upon the battle field he lay,
Trembling as his wounds took him.
He watched around in utter dismay,
As the troops around him ran and left him.

By sweat and blood his face was smeared,
As he looked upon his best friend,
Who came alone and saw what he feared,
His brother broken and now facing his end.

Then they looked into each other's eyes,
He felt his body break and mind go numb.
Slowly he whispered in dying breath
'I knew, I knew that you would come! '