Are you scared brother?
I said to him
Are you now a trifling?
Shall I show you what my eyes have revealed?
Yes dear brother.

This life is tired of me,
Mother too is tired.
Father is everywhere.
He sits with me in the Bus.
He stands behind every street lamp, watching.
I cannot keep him out of my head
In mid-day and at mid-night,
I hear him crying.
I miss him.

Are you hungry dear mother?
Are you depriving yourself of food?
Are you scared you wont meet him on the other side?
Shall I give you a hand?
Shall I feed you?
Shall I share with you what I have heard?

Help me dear Son
She said to me.
Your brother is upset, I see it.
Your father shows it to me.
Your father wants me with him.
He ties my hands
To deprive me of contaminating my body.
All I see is your father.
He sits under every tree.
His face in every cup, every cloud, every mirror.
He is everything I see.
I miss him.

nice poem bro