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One evening a
thought struck
Like a sharp
arrow on a tree trunk
The thought
is to meet “my brother.”
No hope, no
plan, no idea, no grief, no hate
Just like a
boat which has lost his route
Still wants to reach the place of his fate
A long
search walk amidst tall trees
Seems each
bending to wish us luck
Roaming
around we found his cabin
My brother -
tall and fair
But -
dull and frail
Hai! Said me
- hai !said he
Few minutes
of silence coated him
Like a cloud
covering the moon
Mute broke,
talks flowed. mist
Covered the
mountains freezed
The image
was clear but still a fear
A very
humble and good natured - he
Shared his
feelings and a vow to share
Gave a gift
and a drink to sip
The way he
mingled was so fair
The
happiness was filled up to tip
Heavy to
walk with loads of care
Promised to
meet and to meet
With hope
and happiness the days were good
Like a full
moon always, the beauty needs no food
Many minutes
turned into hours and days moved
He was
nowhere to find, thoughts deemed and slowed
Made a call
to recall his vow and to take a move
Turned up as
a foe and expressed a wish to a show.
But upon all
this he was dull and lethargic
No interest
to live and love, always quite and prey
till a call,
no way to come in the way of plum
Like a fruit
which doesn’t ripe till the some
Make us feel
sorry to made him a brother
Sometimes feel pity with his work and break
No use to
trust and hope, he is like a child
With no
sense of right and wrong, mild and wild
A prone to
calm and cool, no thought to make
A good life,
respect and love, keep up faith
Sure to lead
and feed others with hope
To rest
their feelings upon his sob.
But still we
expect the “he” - to fly
Like a
butterfly in the flowers of spring
Don’t let
our hopes suppress in the string
Remember us,
remember the vow and let our
Hope fill
the lives, with glow of springs
And make us
feel that our brother is a king.
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