Sadness

The two brothers had built two houses
Adjacent
with a big garden around
Almost a forest
The older brother had two sons
The younger one had a daughter

They played all day
during hot summer days
They sat on tree branches reading books
They built structures on the mud
and marvelled at their creations

The adults were lost
In jobs in front of the TV
They walked around like zombies
But the three they knew no pain
When they were together
The world was only a play thing

But life has pulled them apart
They’ve gone far
from the trees the rocks and the birds
They meet once a year now
On christmas
And the trees and the rocks and the birds
Still long for them
standing there in the nights and the days
Waiting
But they are adults now
lost
infront of TVs
Mobile phones
Lost

~ mithun