Saturday, 7 April 2018

Sweet flowers blossom-


The weather seems good,
My brother puts on a hood,
Taking one letter out of cry,
Asking him the reason why.

His smile like a sunshine,
Lighting up the darkest shrine,
His eyes like a jewel,
Wondering why people are cruel.

He fought endlessly,
Then smile brightly,
Left  treasures behind,
Pinned the memories rewind.

Spring  was his favorite,
Winter when his life gets hard,
He sang the loveliest word,
Now the flashbacks break my heart.


This poem dedicates to that person who loved music more than anyone else, who was a brilliant poet, who sang sweeter than any birds.