Analysis of My little brother

I remember the day
He was born.
It was in the morn
That he came on a sojourn
On a rainy day in June.

I remember the day
He forever closed his little eyes.
It was twilight,
The stars twinkled in silence,
A candle was burning.

Thus, his visit was too brief,
It lasted only for a few hours.
He tasted no breast milk,
His short life was confined to an incubator.
The sweetness of tender love he missed.

There-in the hospital church-yard
He was laid to eternal rest.
Born into a different religion
That was his final destination,
That was my father’s sole decision.

Life is an unplanned game,
Every soul has a pre-destined ground.
From the shores of my little world
I am reflecting on the purposes of life,
Fifty seasons are now far behind.
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