My dear brother
When the heavens were
smiling
They poured rains upon you
The soil under your feet
Turned wet
And fertile
Instead of planting seeds of a better tomorrow
You were busy wriggling
your waist
Dancing and devoting your body
To the blind music under the rains
Now the heavens have put on a new face
A face decorated by a
scorching sun
The soil under your feet
Is dry
And infertile
How you wish you sowed
seeds those rainy days
Your muscles are energyless
They can no longer hold you dance
Your bowl is full of emptiness
It has no food
My dear brother
You are basking under the warmth of misery
Living the tale you never
expected
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