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Dear Brother

Noted Nest

By Pujita Ganotra


Dear brother 

Do you know?

How much I would love to see you grow?

But I kind of don't want to watch you go?


It sucks, you know!

When they talk about you leaving 

I can hear my heart tearing


We were something, weren't we?

A duo who doesn't much speak

We had an understanding, I guess

Your presence felt like a caress


It's the older sibling syndrome that we share

We don't talk much 

But we care 

We learnt to lift our heads up in a room full of glares


I try to remember a time when we were just kids

No responsibility

No desire to fit

No fear that we would drift


Strawberry jelly and ice cream cones

Plastic tents and made-up homes

These are the memories I want to hold

When we have kids to getting old


Time flies by so fast

Within a blink of an eye

We grow up so fast!


One minute we're starting at the stars that glow 

Then in the next, we brace ourselves for the challenges that life might throw


Getting ready for school to getting ready for a job interview

You really grew 

You're so much more than that subdued kid 

I am so grateful for everything you did


You were security

You were warmth

You were the role model

I didn't realise I'd want


It hurts when one bird flies and the other 

stays behind

But alas! That's life 

One day you're scared of the dark

Then the other day you've found the strength to survive 


One day you'll have everything you want 

You'll just have to figure out what you desire

If not a winner, I still grew up with a trier.


Dear brother

Remember our hugs

Remember our frowns

Remember us in your ups and downs 

In the towns that you'll live

Remember there's still a home where you can still be a kid


By Pujita Ganotra

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Ekta Ganotra
Ekta Ganotra
14 de jul. de 2024

Well done!

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Ekta Ganotra
Ekta Ganotra
14 de jul. de 2024

Such a beautiful poem!

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Manu Ganotra
Manu Ganotra
15 de jun. de 2024

Superb writing!!!!!

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abhinav tuteja
abhinav tuteja
14 de jun. de 2024

Excellent writing

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sdsbaghel.mht
13 de jun. de 2024

What a poem on brother ❤️

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