The chill of the winter morning
Brought me thoughts of mourning
And I sat musing and moaning
My brother never lived this morning
Was he just a dear brother?
I do not know how I gather
All I know that he’s so dear
And my heart says he’s so near
How I longed to see him in the east
Coming back from the Middle East
But for sure I’ll meet him at the feast
When He comes from the glorious east.
Well expressed thoughts and feelings nicely embellished in poetic rhyme and rhythm. Thanks for sharing, Varghese.
saaaaaaaaaaad but amazing piece! ! ! .........This is beautiful especially the end! GREAT JOB AND KEEP WRITING YOUR LOVELY POEMS!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
How I longed to see him in the east Coming back from the Middle East But for sure I’ll meet him at the feast When He comes from the glorious east. sense of mystery in your words. tony