BROTHER
Poem by Chan Mongol
October 8 of 2020
My brother was my best teacher;
When he read morals, I was his listener.
With dedication, support and consideration;
My brother was the number one.
When I slept, he fixed my mosquito net;
I wish he is alive so I can give him due respect.
His too much worry for brothers, for me;
But we still live and he is in his eternal journey!
My such an over protective brother;
And I lost him for good, forever!
I mourn,I cry, I am sad always;
With watery and poppy eyes, days after days!
I repent, I was rough with him in many occurrences;
He got troubles for my causes and unawareness.
Such an angel was assigned for me;
Gone now by leaving his lifeless body!
Incidents, events, accidents occur;
Nothing blocked me to forget my brother!
My anguish and question to the sky;
Why? Why born, why life? Why die?
No more telephone talks, no more his face;
No more his smilesno more a little happiness!
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A painful and heart rendering read, I feel truly sorry for your loss Chan, the pain of losing a loved one is one of the greatest pains one can face. A beautiful tribute. Bless you