My Dearest Brother And I

My Dearest Brother And I ode

Photo by photosavvy

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.

Rate the poem
1 Star2 Stars3 Stars4 Stars5 Stars (1 votes, average: 3.00 out of 5)
We are posting your rating...

Have something to say about the poem?

Balveen Cheema

Signup / Login to follow the poet.
Balveen Cheema has been teaching English for 25 years. It is at the ripe age of 60 that she started penning her thoughts into poetry. Being brought up and educated by her grandparents in a cosmopolitan environs of Pune and visiting her parents in rural Punjab during her vacations, she shuttled between the modern and rural backgrounds . A strong streak of romanticism with nature and rustic pleasures is evident in many of her poems. At present she is residing in Chandigarh and still enjoying her first love, poetry!
Poems you will love

Give your feedback / review for the poem

Be the First to Comment & Review poem!

Notify of
avatar
wpDiscuz

My Only Friend

My Only Friend short poem

Am I Alive, or am I dead? Is this all just a dream inside my head? I feel like I’m losing my grip. Quick say something, anything before I slip. Nightmares slowly creeping. Has he finally come to do the

From My Journals ‘love’

From My Journals love short poem

The very essence of love is uncertain, A relentless thumping of the heart. I must speak to you by such means as they are within my reach. He pierces my soul driving me into madness. I am half agony, half

My Friend Crystal

My Friend Crystal long poem

I am the women that hasn’t been able to lose all her baby weight. I am the dad that works two jobs and always gets home late. I am the high school cheerleader trying to be someone shes not. I

From My Journals ‘anxiety’

From My Journals anxiety prose poem

The moon awaits eagerly in the same pedestal it ignited my passion. What lips, my lips have kissed, are long forgotten. The memories easily quickened as a few puddles along the way I voluntarily stepped in. What arms have lain

From My Journals ‘cinnamon’

From My Journals cinnamon prose poem

He saw things in a way that others did not, he was the only one that saw my dreams differently, I became beautiful with the light of his smiling eyes. There my soul drifted render in angle to give the