Thursday, May 22, 2014

The Poem For My Young Brother

There must be blue world
For a morning like this, when the blue breeze
Caresses like gentle tulips
All over. I do know

How to write darkness and sadness.
But its ten years today since
My brother was born, cut safely
From the noose.

We meant nothing but hope and luck;
How near death is to that.

Only brother, only some brothers,
Get to run free from these snags. He
Was born! He lived and he grows
Like joy spreading from the heaven gate grows

Of songs. He reminds me of now
And now and now.
I must learn
To have been so very happy.
Natasa To
Topic(s) of this poem: love
Colleen Courtney 26 May 2014
A beautifully written poem!
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Gajanan Mishra 22 May 2014
very good writing, thanks. I like it.
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