Nineteen years
And one day ago
You were laying down on the bed
Lifelessly
I felt your pain
My poor little brother...
I was helpless
It was painful looking at you...
I didn't want to leave you alone
Yet, I waved my hand to say bye
You didn't
I was miserable...
You were laying down with
Your pale little face,
No smile
No talk
No any movements
Ohh, my dear brother...
I grabbed your hand
And waved it
Back at me
To make it less miserable...
Suddenly,
You moved your hand
And saluted me
The way we usually did...
I was so happy
I thought you were fine now
And left home
With a consolation...
I still remember
I played with my friends
I even wrote a poem on my desk...
On my way back
I met one of my uncles
He was coming from our home
He turned it back to give me a ride
It was the first time I am
Having a ride...
I was excited at that moment
Yet, felt that something was odd...
Before we reached home
I realized that
Your salute
Was your goodbye tribute to me...
Methma
Jan 9, 2018
And one day ago
You were laying down on the bed
Lifelessly
I felt your pain
My poor little brother...
I was helpless
It was painful looking at you...
I didn't want to leave you alone
Yet, I waved my hand to say bye
You didn't
I was miserable...
You were laying down with
Your pale little face,
No smile
No talk
No any movements
Ohh, my dear brother...
I grabbed your hand
And waved it
Back at me
To make it less miserable...
Suddenly,
You moved your hand
And saluted me
The way we usually did...
I was so happy
I thought you were fine now
And left home
With a consolation...
I still remember
I played with my friends
I even wrote a poem on my desk...
On my way back
I met one of my uncles
He was coming from our home
He turned it back to give me a ride
It was the first time I am
Having a ride...
I was excited at that moment
Yet, felt that something was odd...
Before we reached home
I realized that
Your salute
Was your goodbye tribute to me...
Methma
Jan 9, 2018
Is this a real life experience? If yes, I am so sorry.
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