My elder bother was born in nineteen thirty nine, <br />And I was born in nineteen forty five, <br />He often faced funny words of mine, <br />He is dead and I am alive. <br /> <br />Once I told him, you came in the world with a deadly war, <br />And when I came I ended the killings of humans, <br />My brother replied, yes, no doubt, you came with a bar, <br />But came with you the nuclear weapons. <br /> <br />What he brought could be repaired and mended, <br />What I brought may bring the end, <br />To moon and planets you are ascended, <br />And the earth, your mother, your friend!<br /><br />Akhtar Jawad<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/your-mother-your-friend/
