Poetry about brother

Poetry about brother

Brother, how beautiful this word is, and what more meanings it has; They are many, countless and priceless, many meanings contained in this word; It carries love and altruism, kindness and tenderness. True brotherhood is linked by blood, and the feeling that the two brothers are one person, and that they derive this love from a tender mother and a merciful father.

My brother's word means that my pain is your pain, my joy is your joy, that I present your interest over my own, that it be the shelter that I resort to when needed, that I save you for the treachery of time and the difficulty of life, and that I find you when I need you, that you are my most valuable asset, and that I am my most precious What you have, and for our childhood memories to dominate my mind and mind, and for nostalgia to accompany us for all the little details that have passed us through our lives.

Brother is the bond, and he is the one who truly rejoices in your joy, and grieves for your grief; That is why I wanted to express to my brother my deep love for him, by mentioning some of the beautiful poetry verses that talk about the brother, including :

A poem in the brotherhood

My friend, do not complain about the time and the situation

Leave what is in your heart today

What is all telling, O white-hearted, is transmitted

Not every life of misfortune is lavish

I will complain to me, everyone has gone

And raise your paws to him you see God is enough

And I know you see all of her worries paralyzed

And I no longer saw what was pure worry

You are not the only one who complained about time and situation

and you are not the only one who has time dry

I lie to you if I told you empty-handed

Yama I walked the path with the light floating

Concern in my heart, my brother, I tire of the situation

Teardrop with my eyes, today's dance rhyme

You are the companion of the one who perishes what money is

I don't get tired of them, I meet you, Lavie

You see your cost today is stable and still

And do not return my father a quarter of hearts rhythmic

Take your right hand and preach the sins of the deeds

I would not walk with you if it was my drift

I swear, you are on the head to rescue

Take from my poem and see most of my confession 

Another poem deals with feelings of brotherhood:

For your life there is nothing from the whole living

I swear to my eyes from an okay friend


And every friend is not in God

Because I am not confident in him


Clean the Brotherhood, all agree

He is patient with what is stated in the facts



Your brother, the truth, is he who seeks with you

He who harms himself to benefit you



And if the time is doubt it will crack you

And he dispersed in you to gather you



And my brother is not the one who loves me with his tongue

But my brother loved me and he is absent


And of his money is my money if you are destitute

And my money for him if the deputies lack him  


A brother if a house moved with him or banished

 What kindness and brotherhood a displaced person


He blesses if he testifies, and takes care of you if he is absent

And secured from it Amdarat delictions



A brother of mine has literature

 Affection is like lineage


She patronizes me above what she takes care of

It is obligatory above what is necessary
 
Those are my brothers whom I love

And I preferred them with affection among my brothers


And none of them are polite and generous

Beloved to his brothers is not betrayed



And brother of time if you win something like him

Emphasize it hand and do not hesitate


Times did not come like brothers

May Allah be cleared without any intent


The worries of men in many matters

My delusion from the world is a helpful friend


We are like a soul divided between two bodies

Their bodies are two bodies, and the soul is one



And it is not acceptable to reside among people

 Toughness in their strengths 


If you love their edifice

The deterioration of that building monument 


And if I hid anything from them

 They challenged in enmity what they wanted


There is no literature or meeting

He longs, nor knows, nor benefited