Few Talks Of A Poor Sister Poem by akshaya kumar samanta

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Mother used to say: keep safe your brother
Then she went in her workplace.
She used to wash the table and dishes in a hotel
I was then seven, my brother's four
I heard that my father married again somewhere else.

Mother took me with her when I grew up
Brother was very excellent in mathematics
One day teacher said: "you'll be great..."
Returning in home when we heard this in his voice
Our eyes were filled with tears in pride.
We started to see the new sky through his eyes -
So many birds sing melodiously there
So many clouds fall as love
So many flowers moon stars blossom there...

I have worked as servant to educate him.
He is abroad now, maintains high status
In my dirty clothes, he now sees untouchability
I still see the sky but seems so unevenness
Yet my heart still weeps for him
Because he is my sibling! ..

Akshaya Kumar Samanta