Elder Sister is a bore
Treats me as a serf, dictates as a Chief
Tests my patience with all these deeds
My cars and guns she do not care
Shopping and cooking are hard to brace
A game with her makes me flare
I lose my control and scratch her hair
Babies and dolls need love and care
Chatter and tantrums are hard to bear
A little cockroach makes her scared
Leave her alone is all I hear
Sheds her tears when I am caned
Holds my hands when I am in pain
I feel secure with her around
Love my sister with all her faults
She’ll be there when I am in a spot
Gitanjali