Remember the days we shared a slice of bread <br />Dipped in a chicken gravy bowl. <br />Unfortunately bones got wings and flew away. <br />Remember the days we shared a tiny bed with bugs. <br />A winter; We stranded in Portugal <br />No heater; the cheap room rented in the upper Lisbon Railway station. <br />Still I hear that mysterious train hoots of our hard times. <br />Hardly I breath now and sadness hugs me secretly. <br />But you are no more, my loving brother! <br />You are my intimate friend and I think of you deeply <br />While waiting at a solitary station till my crawling train comes. <br /> <br />* To my deceased younger brother Rohan! Once we traveled together in Europe under the same tattered sky without an aim.And I never forget your precious soup that made from throw away rotten tomatoes.<br /><br />nimal dunuhinga<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/blood-is-thicker-than-water-2/
