Baidurya Mukherjee

Rookie - 40 Points (12/05/1995 / Kolkata)

My Brother - Poem by Baidurya Mukherjee

My Brother is very bad
He always makes my mother sad
By complaining about me to her
And sometimes to my big fat sir
Never you would suspect him
of doing the smallest bad thing
But as his elder brother I know
How he will be when he grows!
Once He tore my science book
And gave me a wicked look
After I complained to my mother
My cute little brother,
Clasped my mom by her neck
And began to sob, which was(of course) fake
'Come on, now look at his face
He can't do such a thing'she says
This was much a disgrace,
So I ran to hit his face,
But as I tried to beat him, I slipped,
And on the Ground Tripped,
Then Against the floor I bumped my head,
And Opened my eyes in the hospital bed!


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  • (12/12/2007 6:34:00 AM)

    Great Baidurya! This is the World in which we have to live! God will be with you in all your good deeds! God bless you and your family members! You may pl. counsel your brother in his own interest! (Report)Reply

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  • (12/2/2007 10:46:00 AM)

    Baidurya, I'm afraid to say that all big brother or sister tend to do things like that, but then they grow of out if to be the best friend you've ever had. Top marks and thanks for sharing it my friend.
    David
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Poem Submitted: Sunday, October 7, 2007

Poem Edited: Thursday, April 14, 2011


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