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Christmas Is Here And I Miss My Brother

I prayed to all the Gods
beseeching them to let him live
and asking them to take him on another day;
I even pleaded with the angel of death
to spare his life
and let him return back to his home
where his children waited for him
to tell them bedtime stories of the past
and of his ancestors and his present relatives.
And as he lay there on his death bed,

I rustically knelt and prayed aloud
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Christmas Is Here And I Miss My Brother
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
If my brother was here, it would have been such a wonderful and serene Christmas. It has been three years now that he is no more with us and I am celebrating Christmas with a heartache which only an affectionate brother like him would have understood.
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