Dear Nausher, my schoolfriend who died in Saudi Arabia

Dear Nausher and/or Noshir, 

Your news is sad. Fifty years ago

We wore the same uniform, and

Sat in the same classroom, exams. 

In retrospect, i knew you too little, 

Almost not at all, beyond bright eyes, sunny smile, 

Easy to spot, you were a frontbencher

Near the door, and quick to leave

After school. Although i vaguely remember 

You played hockey, for our class?

Today it's the same,

Your exit ahead of time, and before

Our golden reunion, perhaps you sensed

It was not to be. Pity we could not meet

And make up for little acquaintance

With news of our later far-flung lives. 

Sad it is, as you shed humanity's uniform, 

Good rest, dear Daroga, Tamam Shud!