My telephone rings,
I hear the news of death of my dearest young brother.
It is a suicide, they say,
I have to believe them though, I know, there was no reason, the logic is strange,
The reporter belongs to powerful family and I curse to my reasoning, it fails me.
So, I am unable to murmur my apprehensions to any body.
The words stifled on my lips.
Mind your life, they would say,
Otherwise, you will perish.
My mind goes round and round,
As I mourn.
Ronald Hull your conjecture is correct. My 11 years younger brother, a professor of orthopedics,tragically died recently, he and his wife was living in large house only in Aligarh, India. His wife's family is powerful and they said he had shot himself whereas my belief is there was no reason for him to go to suicide.
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Ron