A Sister Never Grows For The Brother Poem by M. Asim Nehal
A Sister Never Grows For The Brother
They are pond of fresh water
Bubbling with naughty ideas
Teasing, Taming and fighting
Competing for everything
Be it a toy or cloths
Yet they remain very close
With twinkling eyes
Chattering mouth
Smelly nose
Toying tongue.
With them around
Time seizes
Indelible memories
And when they go out
to expand their family
the time is returned
with multi-fold progeny
all of them in their naughty ways
keep reminding those
chattering mouth
twinkling eyes
and toying tongues.
The love among siblings has a special flavour and the days of growing up together leave beautiful memories.... lasting through the whole life! !
yeah. this is the most pure and blessed relation gifted by almighty to us
Yet they remain very close! ! Hitting the nail right on the head. Nice piece of work.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Kelly Kurt (8/1/2016 1: 39: 00 PM) I am one of 5 brothers, and we have 1 sister. Growing up was...interesting but my sister is my favorite sibling now