Brother Poem by Hari Ghalley

The little naughty you,
Took me out one day
To the old white chorten,
Where the statue of Buddha lay.

The little naughty you,
Put me high on the top
And said "there is an egg in the nest"
"And tonight we shall feast".

Did you see mom coming?
Leaving me with god's name
Jumped at once from the top
And I could only see his back run nonstop.

The little naughty you, left me all alone.
I tried to jump too, but it was too tall
I would fall and mom would fill with rage
but you laughed from a distant there.

Little tiger was he, back at home.
Stole my biscuit when I'm alone
And pulled my hair
When mom is not there.

Little naughty you, remember?
Once you were chased by a rooster,
To the white house around
Making ten or seven round.


Merry winds blew our feet fast
Touching gardens mowed and fields ploughed,
Blowing dreams big and small
Some are back and some did fall.

To the goddess above! I thank thee,
For our long sailed fair destiny,
Walking somewhere together at Kharbandi.
But I missed the little ones that were us.