In Remembrance of a Brother Lost

By Shelly Debbarma

i saw a bee

and said

hello

have you seen my brother

have you met him recently

has he visited me

i have been off

so i have barely noticed

tell him i am sorry.

my cousin brother was a fighter.

wanted to put up a fight.

i wonder if he knew in his bones (wow)

that his was a terminal disease.

was he told?

did he even need to be told though.

unlike me the ever fool.

he also accepted when his time came.

smaller plants weather and survive storms

because they bow down, you know.

he got peace through bowing to his condition,

i should like to believe.

do i, yes.

acceptance looks like peace to me,

acceptance has been peace to me

experientially.

dr varsha said her brother lives on

in others' memory;

mine lives on

because-

i fixated on his ashes

returning to the elemental forms of life,

and becoming a part of the earth,

the cosmos-

which is my forever interest.

sagan, the forever wise,

"we are made of star stuff".

from the beginning then.

the entire day that fatal day-

his advices and requests to his folk.

did he know that fatal day

to be the last good day?

to be the last any day?

to be the last day?

i hardly well up

when i think of you

you know (habits ye olde, eh)

but

right now i am

haha.

By Shelly Debbarma