A Tribute To My Brother, Dada (4) Poem by Chan Mongol

A tribute to my brother dada (4)
September 23 of 2014


When we are enjoying rich meals
When in money transaction deals
When they talk and laugh together
We don't give a damn about my brother!

When we are so happy at home
And my brother went to roam
He will never come back, he will never return
Never from that hanger and barn to turn!

When it rains, it snows, it's hot here
When we are home, in the well shelter
My blood brother is somewhere, still outside
We are cheering and cherishing but he died!

I wish, I could help him to cure from cancer
Why couldn't I save himfrom that death-fear?
The truth is, we all will die
So, care each other before goodbye!

So heart breaking to lose a blood family
Tolose the network, the connectivity
To be detached and to leave for good
To stop the ration, the drink and food!

I cry often with the flood of tears in eyes
But soon, I come to know that everybody dies
Is there a mighty magician whom I can trust?
Who can bring a body from ash and dust?

When we are enjoying rich meals
When in money transaction deals
When we talk and laugh together
We don't give a damn about my brother