English poetry

HE

He, 

Six feet tall one yet kiddo by heart;

The crayons which colours my life beautifully, 

Together we laughed, we cried , we mocked and inspired each other, 

Stood by me in all circumstances .

The times he made me cry was infinite like the stars in the sky

But never allowed me gloomy because of others, 

At times he had been my ATM machine

And at times stealer of all my savings, 

One who knows my wish list better than me, 

The only one who never said no to fulfill all my desires, 

He, the exact me in opposite gender, 

The one who is born with me to trouble our parents together;

Yeah, I call him as BROTHER…

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