A Strong Guilt

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A STRONG GUILT... 

Happy Birthday Pawan 




I don't remember the
reason for our fight
Not even, how the
quarrel ignite

The fight between us
preceded further
As I slapped my
only loving brother

He made it sure
didn't talk to me anymore.
It miffed me
more, than before

It was our ego
and rage that clashed
Tears, of both
of us, splashed

Silence between us
made me so sick
I recalled the past
and became nostalgic

It was April 8,

When I first saw him
with snow white legs and closed fingers
As like the aroma of
a sleeping beauty lingers

I was moved by his
open mouth and glowing charm
So delicately, I
took him in my arms

I kissed him on
his soft cheeks
Those days, he was
cute and I was meek

I took pride of being
an elder brother those days
I used to cry when others
pretended to take him away

I came to the present scenario
in the meanwhile
Remembering his baby face
gave me a short smile

Perhaps due to that love
repentance was built
I was swayed by
"A Strong Guilt"

Then with a smile
I ended the story
Killed the ego
and said him "Sorry..."






Comments

  1. AnonymousApril 8, 2017 at 12:39 AM

    Hats off bro...

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  2. UnknownApril 8, 2017 at 12:49 AM

    Mast bro, full emotional!!

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  3. UnknownApril 8, 2017 at 7:28 AM

    Remembered my bro..... So sweet...
    But he ends the story with the sorry 😸

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  4. ManasviApril 8, 2017 at 8:15 AM

    I still remember the day when I saw my brother and he is the first one whom I saw just after he took birth. Your poem took me to flash back... Even now when we fight he make cute faces....
    Thanks deepak, thanks for the lovely poem.......

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