poetry: my little bro

Earlier this month my brother celebrated his birthday back home and I missed him. I missed him more when I counted how old he turned and how far he has come. And then I started to think he'll get married in a couple of years and life will change when his wife will become his priority. And then, I tried to pen down my feelings and wrote a poem after a long, long time.

My little bro

This was once upon a time,

Until he was just about nine.

If I said "BHAI" even while he was asleep,

He would wake up instantly and leap.

But my little bro is not so little anymore.

I bossed around, and he listened to me,

I did his school projects only if he'd plea.

He patiently listened to my constant chatter,

Whether he understood or not did not matter.

But my little bro is not so little anymore.

I remember the numerous times we fought,

Yet he speaks a little and listens a lot.

We ran around the table to be the last to hit,

And I used to put him in trouble I admit.

But my little bro is not so little anymore.

Despite the entire life that I was mean, 

Always the overprotective sister I had been.

Yet I had his support in whatever I did,

He was carefree and a chilled out kid.

But my little bro is not so little anymore.

I hated his computer game addiction,

He'd ruin his life was my prediction.

Today he works and is focused on his career,

His sensibility and maturity now appear.

And my little bro is not so little anymore.

Grown into a fine gentleman, he makes me proud,

I'm blessed with this brother, want to say it out loud.

Today the baby boy turns twenty-four,

My little bro is not so little anymore.

My little bro is not so little anymore.

- Nisha

5 May 2014

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