Friday, October 25, 2019

My Brother

I have no tears left.
No words, my child.
My sobs stay muffled.
No strength to cry.

Too young to go
Too happy a soul
Loved by all
Why did you have to fall?

I lost a brother 
I lost a friend.
You were a father
A husband, a son 

How do we cope?
Come tell us. Come show.
The world stands still now
We have no hope.

Your voice in our ears
You laughter, your face!
How do we forget? 
How long? Till we go?

I'm a sinner -
Why else was I spared?
You deserved a good life
And I could have gone!


Rest in Peace, Bala.



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