My Brother Poem by Shreya Ghosh

The dark pitch nights
with whom I fight, ever night.
In my hand, just a light
Of spirit, Of hope.
Which is becoming dim because of the fright.

Am not afraid of the strange roads,
I have nothing to do with strangers.
Nor am I afraid of death,
But the fear is of loosing you.

I have made the whole way
from heaven to the Earth.
Just to meet you.
Yes brother, you did not identify me,
am your sister, who went to god.
Yes brother, am your sister, your angel...