Often..

Often I feel your warmth,
Yet I see your eyes cold.
Often I listen to melody,
Yet I hear a cacophony.
You are so young in age,
Yet you sound so old.
Why are you sad brother,
Why are you in lament!
Often I wish to talk,
With your soul deep inside.
Why is it torn apart,
Layer upon layer in duress.
I wish to see the real you,
Maybe in my small lifetime.
I wish to play with you,
Leaving by the side trifle worries.
Often I desire friendliness,
Yet I see enmity emitting.
The dawn approaches fast,
The dusk,sadly,more so.
Often I trust you in total,
Yet I regret my moments.
Often I wish in my dream,
Yet my wish about you is rare.