Mama's boy, Papa's pride,
Underrating his own stride
Dimpled face and a shy smile,
Living away across the miles
Thinking fondly about him,
Under the table lamp, with lights dim
Memories of childhood sprang back,
When we played as little Jill & Jack
Irking me in a game of Cricket,
With imaginary bails & hand drawn wickets,
Making me bowl the way he liked,
With endless overs, until he strike
Holding the reel, while he flew the kite,
Eager to fly it in scorching sunlight
Unbending to what is right,
Ending up in those "cat-dog fights"
Smoking my first cigarette with him in the attic,
Hiding from Mom & Dad, pretending to teach me Mathematics,
Getting scrupled and a bit scared,
Yet chuckled of our unbeknown dare
Unearthing these memories dug,
Oh! How I miss those comforting hugs
Leaving all of us you flew,
With faces smiling yet so blue
All i want to tell you,
Is Brother! I really miss you!