Call frailty a detached bud
And call the flower a frame of grace
Call the leaf a medium
And call the wind a messenger,
Let the readers of all those lines to come
Know of your birth in the land of glory
As brother to a poet and father to a daydream
As friend to a thinker and son to another dream
And then let them those soldiers of peace
Live in that promised land of art
Where I will become a poet
And you will become my brother.
Abhay Vignesh Liginlal
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/when-brotherhood-speaks/
