When you have a younger brother you are no less than his mother
He becomes your darling son
You pamper him and are stern, his follies you can’t discern
You love him with all your might, in your own children you see his sight
You celebrate his success, you wish him luck
On his birthdays you gift flowers freshly plucked
When he falls sick, you pray to God
With open eyes your prayers behold
You smile and shine when he comes to dine
Those long tête-à-tête as if after years you’ve met
On his wedding you beam end to end
You know he’s brought you a loving friend
His love, his soulmate
Becomes your amigo whom distance can’t separate
You 're blessed, all the more on festivals
Because the siblings are life long pals!
— Megha Sharma
