My Brother Poem by Abdul Sattar

Where you are? Where you are?
Perhaps sleeping or with sleepless eyes
Perhaps tired by lifting stones
Perhaps with unhappy thoughts
Perhaps fighting with sadness
Perhaps fighting the life
Perhaps fighting the destiny
Perhaps fighting the gloom
Tell my brother how you are?
Tell me, just tell me soon
I cannot stop my tears
Tonight is so hard to pass
So small you are, so big the hurdles
So young you are, so old the wounds
So good you are, so bad you feel
So far you are, so close to my heart