Siblings
A bald little head,
Flat nose,
In between
A pair of
Rosy,
Chubby cheeks.
I remember,
Mom had held you to me
And said
“Your sister”
Holding my little finger,
Trotting about
In matching frocks,
We had played
“Train to katihar”
I remember,
You waited for me
Wide eyed,
For my return from school
To break in the share of
The precious
“Half a samosa.”
How I had hated you
Whence after a fight
Mom would lock us up
In the bathroom for hours
I remember
Your blackmailing me
Into days of slavery,
Just to hide from mom
My spilling ink on her favorite sheet
Or
breaking a cup from her crockery.
We had shared those sunny days
Lazing away in
Cocooned glory
And also the dark nights
Of gloom and agony.
I remember
We had swiped tears
For smiles on each others eyes
Darkness for
Colourful rainbows.
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poem by Anjali Kakati
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