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Brother

By - Dr Nunglekpam Premi Devi
Independent Scholar

What a lucky fellow ‘m being!
Having them all three in a row!
One elder and two younger all in a line!
Glad, they are lucky and proud -
Being a guardian to them!
I know not, how tough their granting task?
Being a parent to all six!
One son one daughter,
One son one daughter,
One son one daughter;
Seems they cared them all;
Seems they loved them equally;
Seems they nurtured them all together,
Bringing them all up under their small tin roofed hut;
‘Mother’ she’s a woman of substance!
All I remembered and all I carried down;
She’s an abundant.

What a lucky fellow ‘m being!
Having them all three in a row!
One elder and two younger all in a line!
Aghast! The eldest of all us;
Seems he’d mother’s huge caring eye upon!
Seems he’d great courage to slit within!
How brave and bold he’d been?
How fearless and valiant he’d been to?

His’ endeavor! All’s good and all’s right,
Seeking to be heroic of his time;
Pursuing all protectors of his days;
Conducting ways all he wishes;
Amazed and shaken by all-his strength
His all praised and all hail;
All’s powered; mothers love his magic;
Every single kindness she showers,
He’s full humanity and considerate.

What a lucky fellow ‘m being!
Having them all three in a row!
One elder and two younger all in a line!
Wondering the images they all captured;
Flashing back my memory lane;
Felt too secure, having them my guarding!
‘He’s too caring’
‘He’s too rude, sometimes’
‘He’s too wild to handle, being afraid to mingle;
‘He’s too securing me, being a sister’
All he does’ all correct and all right;
All he does’ all true and all boundary;
He’s too strong, can’t bear his beatings;
Feeling timid, I run neither for help nor protection;
Crying secretly is all I did;
Merging self to be one simple truth;
All I did and all I move ‘tis petrified.

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