My elder bother was born in nineteen thirty nine,
And I was born in nineteen forty five,
He often faced funny words of mine,
He is dead and I am alive.

Once I told him, you came in the world with a deadly war,
And when I came I ended the killings of humans,
My brother replied, yes, no doubt, you came with a bar,
But came with you the nuclear weapons.

What he brought could be repaired and mended,
What I brought may bring the end,
To moon and planets you are ascended,
And the earth, your mother, your friend!

Akhtar Jawad

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