The youngest brother;
The power of trinity to perfect every flaw
Has been the nothingness; home for his hopes.
Titeness lulls his interest
Listening to the unrelenting echoes of 'oneness;
The fount of the bane of his life.
And the eldest brother;
He speaks the piercing language.
Touting the lie; love will be born of morrow!
And the middle brother;
Complacency leads his demand.
Perhaps; hoping that time will deliver the awaiting child.
"Love is a fraud amidst us",
Keep saying the youngest brother.
"It lives nearer to death than to life"
"Our mother is barren, and birth canst of her".
He needs no more truth; that's if the echoes haven't been lying.
His delights savour of seccession;
To be a man and of his own.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Honest and good words shared. Family, always seeking different things and different needs.
Indeed you got the message right. Thanks for the time reading and commenting.
Indeed you got the message right. Thanks for your time reading and commenting