I want the wall of divide to fall apart and
Forget we’re born of different parents
We are the children God made for love
Now the parents of children teaching only love above all.
Let’s once again remember our childhood pleasures
When I, holding the hand of my baby brother,
Walked over the red gulmohar carpets
Running and playing in our grandpa’s garden.
Let’s remember the fun with your friends
Holding small bats but too heavy for the hand
Hitting with all your might and happily
Frightening our basking cocks and hens.
Let’s, once again, forget we are grown-ups, and
Sprinkle the plants with our overflowing love-cans
And share secret smiles at the nest filled eggs
We discovered in our shrubs.
Let’s hide and watch the woodpecker
Hammering his long beak into the the huge trunks
Of the goliath gul-mohar, frilled with white and blue orchids
Dancing in the breeze upon its hardly delicate waistline.
Let’s reminiscence our childhood love
When I bathed you, brushed your hair, buttoned your collars
To march you to school, sharing home-work with my overtired brother,
Reading you out fairy-tales before tucking you to bed.
Let’s cherish, for the joy of love, when you and I were sharing our togetherness
Caring for each other, with pleasures undefined
Childhood is a dream, youth we have surpassed,
Our present bond I hold fervently, my dearest brother, above all temporal frays.