My Elder Sis

 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