To my brother,
I heard your voice
Even before you were born
We are from the same mud
Our whispers
The smallest cries on earth,
Now we are away from it
Your canvas is waiting for colours
As a newborn waiting for it's mother
Past
Our dreams were black and white
But you had colours
The violet river of our ambitions were bigger than us
I agree,
Life was so cruel to us
We were alone all the time
Dead flies had fallen into our food;
Not once
The hospitals we lived
The roads we wandered
Never knew us
Our brown poverty was always ahead of us,
Ahead of time.
Present
Why you gave up your canvas
That was our only hope
The multicolour flag still melts in my heart
Nothing ends,
If anything ends
We will restart from the ending
Is the yellow sea and the pirates still lives in your mind?
Just paint it
Future
The future without future is nothing but death
Death as naked as a general hospital.
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