My younger brother

My younger brother

My mother was not seen around;

Father never told me about mother.

I was longing to see her.

 In the age of four

I never date to lave our door.

One fine morning;

With her motherly

Broad smiling

Almost singing

Saw her coming

Cute small chap

Rolled on her arm

Sleeping gloriously

  I felt jealous

My mother has gone

So far I was the don

Before I complain

-mother said

Look your brother is here.

I stared at the innocent chap

And never asked mother-

Where the fellow c.o..m..e

Fellow was so happy;

Kicking on the air

Screaming and giggling

Spreading arms at random

Not bothering me at all.

Sucking the fingers

Like lowly pop

And blinking all over the sky.

Mother repeated--

"This is your brother -take care of  him".

I examined little fellow.

Little eyes, ears, nose

Golden hair, no teeth

Tender arms, solid thighs

Round navel

And just below flickering bulb

From where he blessed me

With hot water,

I could not but kiss the fellow