What can I say about this tall man,
If he was lil taller he would touch the fan,
I guess thats how he died by getting hit,
while he was trying to shave his arm pit.
Drinking and smoking thats what he did best,
While he was headbanging at Saarang rock fest,
Very good company and such a good Friend,
He helped me all the way, till the very end.
Photography or philosophy, he knew it all well,
Untill he lost his camera when he slipped and fell,
He broke his nose and hurt his head,
May be thats the reason he is lying here dead.
Those wonderful days at the tea Kaadai,
Sharing tea and the last medhu vadai,
I treasure the moments we spent together,
My memories will last now and forever.
His name is Irudhayaraj, the Sacred Heart,
To me he will always be a piece of art,
Dont shed no tear, use ur fleece,
And pray that his soul may rest in peace.
