09th October 1991
When i wrote this poem my younger brother Faiz was merely few months old.
To, my younger brother,
whom I've watched , grow.
Healthy mind and mind stronger,
moulded beauty with arched brow.
The shrine in his mystic eyes,
proves what an angel to be.
His every move and each try,
to get up and move on his knees.
I've found a real companion,
and I've found myself in past.
similar face, one blood, one opinion,
with a couple of lines last.
Best of luck for hardships to come,
In future, may misfortunes be none.
When i wrote this poem my younger brother Faiz was merely few months old.
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