My Brother Poem by Rasheed Alqahas

O, My brother..
Why you are sad...
how is my mother...
and how is dad.

Your face can talk.....
Your eyes closed...
and I can read...
What you are load...

where are your smiles.
Covering your face…
Its million miles.
From lovely place...

you’re shaking hand...
your darken eyes...
your dishevelled hair...
It means someone...
root up your flair...

how sad you are...
how poor we are...
this ugly life...
made us too far...