Your moist eyes simply blink <br />at the emerald stretch, <br />as my culpable ones <br />diffidently shift. <br /> <br />Your chiseled smile exudes <br />shrouded consternation. <br />My face – tinted crimson –, <br />bury in my palms. <br /> <br />Your hand – black, blue and red –, <br />holds my unblemished one. <br />The other ready to <br />catch my secret tears. <br /> <br />Your nobleness seems to <br />scoff at my cowardice. <br />Your frayed clothes ridicule <br />my ragged being. <br /> <br />Piercing my ears <br />is the booming silence, <br />which blares out chapters of <br />your courteousness. <br /> <br />A thousand times over, <br />I wished being your vestige. <br />And a thousand times more, <br />I wished you were dead. <br />--- <br /> <br />(In reference to The Kite Runner.)<br /><br />Neethi (10 Aug 1990)<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/brother-32/
