Many days I pass in silence since my brother died by heat stroke,
Happy memories of life time of my brother touch me all time,
He was young in his fifties, much younger to me, and he makes me silent,
Not to think anything of the world in light of fame.
I do not feel any urge to type any word so long,
Yellow feeling and black sentencing touch my mind in the dark sun,
I am flowing like blank canvas in body and mind,
Focal point has driven my mind to the world of loss, no gains.
I do not follow the light that lights the world,
Time and desert have scorched me in the burning wave of the deprived,
The breathing and horizon of life has taken my feeling to unlucky spirit,
That brings no shades of colors of our existence, as if I am fade and skin peeled.