Maata my bag
Maata I am hungry
But he never did anything in the kitchen
She rejoiced and reformed herself
He did not have the discipline she had
He did not complain to his guru
All his frustration falls on his sister's naughty demonstration
He was always in a hurry
He mother yells at him very funny
He never cared what his sister did
Common she is just a child
"Hop upon my hop-scotch" says the brother becomes a kshatriya
"Trade me your golis with these berries" says the very brother-friend becomes a vishya
I'll clean this up guruji" becomes a devotee to his guide
Dawn becomes dusk
Sister always waits for something from him
If he doesn't return
"Where is my kulfi?"
She is everything for him
She is the only thing that makes him study
She is the only playboy who could be anyone anytime.
She is that sibling he always wanted
He is the only soul to understand her
He is the only soul to make her feel better when she is hurt
He is the only key to her lock of secrets
He is her brother
He would be great with everyone
If he was good with the mischevious sistery-one
He is learning something
And teaching her everything
Ideologies matching
Ups and downs patching
Their destiny forcing
To be the adorable duo to their mother's loving
That life might be simple
Their life might be fighting over simpler things
But they had one-to one for each other
That is the bond we call raksha-bandhan between them
I know this poem was short I'll make them better by time. I thought this was relatable for all the sisters who feel their brothers are superior but not protective. So this is a double sided poem. Let me know in comments below of how you visualised the poem..... Enjoy your day
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