Being a sister is not so easy
With a brother who is an ‘Elf’ to start
With love and patience I do retort
Sense and reason is not for his sort
Rashness and violence is all he knows
Shielding him from harm is arduous to all
A game with him will end in war
Screams at me and pulls my hair
Tears my books and breaks my dolls
Scolding I get is not always fair
At last I retreat with a broken heart
The angelic smile on his sleeping face
Wipes the remorse for all his deeds
Clinches the love from my little heart
Gitanjali