Raja Basu, my indian brother
He is my brother,
not by flesh and blood
not same of mother's womb.
He is my brother by heart
and ilove him so much.
He is worth more than money,
genius and good looks,
he is my brother who enjoys,
helping others.
He dont think about himself,
but he thinks of others,
he is not afraid to ask help
when he needs it.
And,
when he is wrong,
he graciously admits,
he pursue reality
he laughs heartily.
he loves life
and enjoy simple pleasures.
His name is Raja Basu
a poet,
a friend,
he is my brother.
poem by Mercy Ferriols
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