BROTHER

I was holding daddy’s hand, and peeping in to the cradle.
There lay a small bundle with closed eyes, all red and wrinkled.
I glanced up at Daddy; he looked at you proudly,
Looking back at you, I realized that I will have to share daddy with you.

I hated you a bit, as sharing everything after 5 years of dominance was going to be difficult
I don’t remember, did I pinch you or slap you a little,
Or did I pull your leg and hair!!
You were a cry baby and seeking attention all the time.

I guess, I got used to having you around, as you were a nice child,
I couldn’t be angry with you always
Somewhere my anger changed to love
I became your god mother and like a mafia fought for you among the building kids

I was naïve to think that you needed somebody to hover over and fight for you
You were capable to take care of yourself.
I despair; when world do not treat you well
Your tears and hurt, shreds my heart

I pray that HE bestows you with happiness and peace
Physically I may never be there for you, but remember I have you in my prayers
You are still my little brother, whom I saw 38 years ago
Only difference is that now I look at you with love and pride.