When I Saw The Dead Face Of My Youngest Brother Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey
When I Saw The Dead Face Of My Youngest Brother
How much broken did I feel it,
Helpless and weak
When I saw
The dead face
Of my youngest brother
Lying outside the house
With a bed sheet wrapped over,
How uch, how much broken
Did I,
Did I,
When I saw,
Saw him
Lying,
Lying outside the house,
A poor soul,
Poor soul?
Friday, November 18, 2022
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