Calls From The World Across
My brother died
A few months ago,
When he was alive
He called me on my mobile
To share my worries
And my concerns,
His number was fed
In my cell
And his name appeared
On the screen;
Now he is no more
In this world,
The same SIM is being used
By his consort,
When she calls me,
It happens the same,
The deceased name emerges
On the display,
And I feel my brother
Calls me from the world across.
poem by Muhammad Shanazar
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