My Bro

I love him loads despite

His unpleasant behaviour;

That which he exhibits

And always feels proud for owning it.

There is nothing special about him

Yet there is that friendly warmth.

He rescues me from depression

By cracking the sickest jokes possible.

 He is a go-getter that way, I believe,

For his jokes achieve the goal – My Smile.

I still remember, though vaguely

The day I learnt I am having a lively doll to play with.

I prayed to God for a brother,

To my surprise and to ascertain my belief of His existence,

I was blessed with a young PLUMP BROTHER,

My first child, I call him.

The moments we spent in childhood

Are blurred to the eyes.

Nevertheless, the footprint it left then

Still is as clear as crystal.

Fights and arguments did ensue between us,

Dint last more than period of a second though.

The most cherished are the after fight moments,

We wiped the tears of each other.

He has not grown much though,

Behaves the same way -

So muddled, ragged in his everyday chore,

Just not grown enough an adult - to my dismay.

All my dislikes are towards his behaviour,

Hence, it doesn’t stop me from loving him

The same way as I did back then during childhood

And it shall only grow more with decades to be spent.