A Brother's Lament

The chill of the winter morning
Brought me thoughts of mourning
And I sat musing and moaning
My brother never lived this morning

Was he just a dear brother?
I do not know how I gather
All I know that he’s so dear
And my heart says he’s so near

How I longed to see him in the east
Coming back from the Middle East
But for sure I’ll meet him at the feast
When He comes from the glorious east.

by Varghese Kuncheria

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Astonishing words..............
saaaaaaaaaaad but amazing piece! ! ! .........This is beautiful especially the end! GREAT JOB AND KEEP WRITING YOUR LOVELY POEMS!
pain..........................deep and powerful.............