Together, hand in hand, we took our first step,
Into this world, without fear we leapt,
My little brother, my world, my life,
Loves all, from people to food to bikes
A time came when life asked us to part,
It made us to sit in our own respective carts,
Hand in hand slowly became very rare,
Little time did we have to even care or share
But in reality, little time was just an excuse,
Our relation became more of email and abuse,
Love was still there, but was slowly getting clogged,
Reasons many, we thought of, to fight and mock
But the truth is I still quietly circle around him
In this materialistic world, full of fancies and whim
I believe he has his secret problems and issues,
About which I really have very few clues
All that remains are some memories and pictures,
In my life, he still holds a permanent position and fixture
Not only in mine, but also my beloved parents’ world
With my big brother I still walk, but with a twist and a twirl
