The Sublime

I express the sublime, the death of my brother.
I did wrote this poem

Brother
Brother left away
Why he left me half way
We should continue our life all the way
Growing older and we talk about what makes our hair gray
I miss fighting with him every day
I still wait for him every night when he stops by when going home on his way
I feel some time his spirit come in the hall way
God needs young angel, this way my brother left not coming back this way
It is God will I respect and axcept God way
My brother left me without saying good bye
Why, why, why, why
Brother, brother I miss you
I will see you one day

Khattar