Never did i get to know him,
Neither did he see me ever.
Stories that i have heard about,
Some stories,
That my parents get nostalgic about.
I was lucky to live his life,
Which he never saw,
Which he could never feel.
He, somewhere deep inside me, resides,
And still lives the life he asked for.
He was always there, in my strides.
Walked with me wherever i went,
Said a few words,
That i never meant.
My mother still remembers him,
My mother still adores him.
He was my father's favorite son,
My brother's only friend, his fun.
and he still lives,
Lives in my emotions, my innermost,
All my life i will live with him,
And i will say that,
I lived with my brother's ghost.
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