Remember the days we shared a slice of bread
Dipped in a chicken gravy bowl.
Unfortunately bones got wings and flew away.
Remember the days we shared a tiny bed with bugs.
A winter; We stranded in Portugal
No heater; the cheap room rented in the upper Lisbon Railway station.
Still I hear that mysterious train hoots of our hard times.
Hardly I breath now and sadness hugs me secretly.
But you are no more, my loving brother!
You are my intimate friend and I think of you deeply
While waiting at a solitary station till my crawling train comes.
* To my deceased younger brother Rohan! Once we traveled together in Europe under the same tattered sky without an aim.And I never forget your precious soup that made from throw away rotten tomatoes.
A gentle and eloquent reminiscence about once upon a time. The title is perfect and the poem shares your personal story with great skill and compassion. It must be so sad to lose a brother... Love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
Hard times, but unforgettable times. You would live them all over again just for the pleasure of his company. This one is filled with pathos and reality.10/10. Always your friend, Sandra
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Dear brother, now, with this poem, you make me feel like your true blood brother...You are a great poet and thinker....a great contribution to the human race...A man with a thousand thoughts and only one face....God Bless you always...Love and Peace, Romeo...You got my vote/10+++