When I was born
His heart was torn
Due to jealousy-thorn
His peace was gone

Because of my arrival
He faced in life a rival
To none he could tell
His mind was in pell-mell

I was given great attention
Giving him undue tension
Wrong was not his intention
He could not normally function

He must have had his grudge
Though I built love-bridge
He was driven to grief’s edge
His freedom, I did abridge

Slowly he must have loved
Feeling about his status proud
A place in heart was allowed
As one-brother is not a crowd

His heart must have sadly cried
To reconcile, he must have tried
Two years’ gap is not wide
Probably peace was to him denied

On the day of my birth
Elders observed about his mirth
For him this was a happy Earth
His elder-brother-state was worth

Up to my fifth standard we never fought
Misunderstanding was a big naught
Merrily we loved each other a lot
We two were by each other sought

I really love my dearest brother
We spend time by being together
He has left his job altogether
He lives with my lovely mother

He enjoys mother’s company
But so different is my destiny
I have a family to accompany
Without them, life is not sunny.

M V VENKATARAMAN