Brother Poem by Chan Mongol

BROTHER
Poem by Chan Mongol
October 8 of 2020




My brother was my best teacher;
When he read morals, I was his listener.

With dedication, support and consideration;
My brother was the number one.

When I slept, he fixed my mosquito net;
I wish he is alive so I can give him due respect.

His too much worry for brothers, for me;
But we still live and he is in his eternal journey!

My such an over protective brother;
And I lost him for good, forever!

I mourn,I cry, I am sad always;
With watery and poppy eyes, days after days!

I repent, I was rough with him in many occurrences;
He got troubles for my causes and unawareness.

Such an angel was assigned for me;
Gone now by leaving his lifeless body!

Incidents, events, accidents occur;
Nothing blocked me to forget my brother!

My anguish and question to the sky;
Why? Why born, why life? Why die?

No more telephone talks, no more his face;
No more his smilesno more a little happiness!