My Brother Poem by Usman Hanif

Perhaps,
i'm a seed
i'm the wheat
i'm the bread
i'm the need
i'm anything

Perhaps,
i'm an ox
a skinny ox
in the fields
of the silent force
the silent force known.
yet unknown
in the mind
of the overthrown.
my tetherer
my brother...

Then,
what's the woe
my fever, my glow
my friend, my foe
the haunting whipping
desperate scarecrow
the breeding, eating
small hazardous foe
the pleasant, cool
famine-casting snow
the flood...
fast rushing flow
the water of fatigue
twinkling on my brow
the light borrower
the star, the dim glow
the pathetic end
of every debut show
that once grasped
could never let go

who is he
why's he so
'cause he's me