Dear Brothers!

Many moments heaving with ire;
We all choke in the doleful smiles,
Clenching our hearts in the mire,
Strengthening our limps away the thorny miles.
Profuse drought rages;
We starve and thirst,
Waiting for the new phase.

I wonder the 'WHY' dear brothers,
The back of your minds
Become the desert of
Our sprawling dreams-
When our end fogs!
And deaths engulf our lively strife.

(C) Bonaventure 2014.