Fourth member you were
But I found you second to none.
There’s a proverb “all’s well that ends well”
huh!!! easier said than done.
Ma’s apple of eye, Papa’s Gondlo you were.
Oh!!! did I tell what I felt?
Hurricane. Storm. Turmoil it was
Envy me. I tightened my belt.
Keeping a sharp eye on to you,
My days passed by.
Poor kid I was getting attuned,
Tired. exhausted. playing spy-spy.
“What you must be doing now?” Playing. Sleeping. Eating,
In school I used to chew on.
Always rushed hurriedly with a thought to meet you,
And seeing you awaiting too, with a cute yawn.
Wore new frock. Washed my locks,
Mehandi on my palm. It was all perfect.
Diya. Rolli. Tikka. Rice. Sandalwood. Kaju barfi & the Golden thread,
Very precisely I rechecked.
Ma was busy holding you,
& Papa in photography.
Symmetrically I tried to tie it your wrist,
Amazed you. Cheerfully. Reached me “Di Di!!!”
Holding my fingers you sat on my lap,
But ahh!! “It’s the kaju barfi, Ma-Papa he’s trying to get on”.
We all three laughed for such an innocence,
After all I was your little guardian, a young fawn.
From a stranger to a buddy,
Your journey was long.
From my kiddo to my mentor,
You portrayed it all so strong.
Tying the thread has its own worth,
Don’t worry if we are not together.
Just keep all my Gifts & Perks well accounted,
I know you surely will My Gadhe. My Bachhu. My Brother.
This poem depicts my love for my younger brother. This poem portrays the journey of being a stranger to a buddy. Love you my brother.