You may know him as Naresh Or you may know him as T Whenever I think of him I remember his generosity. When we were younger We got up to no good Being unruly with the boys in the hood. At times you told me, ‘tone it down’ And ‘you must remember to stay low key’ I appreciated it when you were around. Because you always kept it real with me So I’m writing you this poem or call it a eulogy. Just to say how much I miss you And what you mean to me. I don’t want your passing to be in vain. Although it does hurt me To see your mum in pain. I have faith in God that I’ll see you again Because there has to be sunshine after the rain. Your brother from another mother Asad