My voice is silent,
my words are many,
I keep calling out to you
and to God so frequently;
I remember you
and miss you everywhere
though you are gone
so far away from home.
Fate was so unjust,
life got so tough
without a brother
to hold our hands
and lead us on through
those ordeals of time
and atriums of happiness;
you are there in
the depth of our memories,
you are there in
the midst of our recollections,
you asked us to always
stay strong and never let loose
the chains of our unity.
Not even for once
God cared to imagine
how we would ever
be able to cope up without
the whirlpool of your love
which to each one of us
you would allot with care,
so enormous in volume
so strong in solidarity
that each one of us
always felt so empowered
thro' all our struggles
and accomplishments;
but your absence hurts
our hearts so vividly
and aggravates our grief
so solemnly.
Brother dear your memories
will always elevate our
hearts and home with lustre
for your heart was more brilliant
than a star that even God
will feel proud of you
for your endurance was so filled
with grace of love and loyalty
until the very end.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem