Dwindling hopes
A toy, they told me, that you were
My happy little future follower
A bundle of our joy, I could infer
A gift from God
Straight from heaven or hell?
In those few moments of tenderness,
I somehow couldn’t foretell.
But captivating were your eyes, big and blinking
And your small hands, that seemed fascinated by my hair.
You were so tiny, so compact, so intriguing
That in that naïve age, I couldn’t relate
To the entrancing creature in my lap
As my protector.
As my well-wisher.
As my little brother.
Today, so many years later
I see that you’ve grown.
I observe the gel in your hair
And it frightens me
For I fear that you’ll turn into one of those idiots
That girls my age disgust and avoid.
I witness your bad temper
And it scares me
For I fear that you’ll turn into one of those brutal people
That beat and torture their wives.
I notice the deodorants and the late night calls
And it terrifies me
For I fear that you’ll turn into those cold-hearted people
That break a trusting girl’s heart every other day.
Something in my heart tells me
That those blissful memories of joyous ingenuousness
Might never be relived again.
I feel alarmed
For now I don’t know if during that journey
Of massive fights on petty subjects
Of taunt and rebukes
Of revenges and retaliations
I’ve lost the love in our relationship forever.
Why do they create special classes for parents
For helpful guidance,
But not for sisters, who don’t want their baby brother to ever grow up?
And now I can’t tell , if our connection is salvageable.
So now I beg you, my defender
To rescue your sister from these times of helplessness and despair,
With your infectious smile,
And show me a way to hope
That somehow, I can still pinch your cheeks like I used to,
That somehow, I can still play pranks on you like I love to,
That somehow, inspite of everything, you will turn into a good human being, like I want you to.
A toy, they told me, that you were
My happy little future follower
A bundle of our joy, I could infer
A gift from God
Straight from heaven or hell?
In those few moments of tenderness,
I somehow couldn’t foretell.
But captivating were your eyes, big and blinking
And your small hands, that seemed fascinated by my hair.
You were so tiny, so compact, so intriguing
That in that naïve age, I couldn’t relate
To the entrancing creature in my lap
As my protector.
As my well-wisher.
As my little brother.
Today, so many years later
I see that you’ve grown.
I observe the gel in your hair
And it frightens me
For I fear that you’ll turn into one of those idiots
That girls my age disgust and avoid.
I witness your bad temper
And it scares me
For I fear that you’ll turn into one of those brutal people
That beat and torture their wives.
I notice the deodorants and the late night calls
And it terrifies me
For I fear that you’ll turn into those cold-hearted people
That break a trusting girl’s heart every other day.
Something in my heart tells me
That those blissful memories of joyous ingenuousness
Might never be relived again.
I feel alarmed
For now I don’t know if during that journey
Of massive fights on petty subjects
Of taunt and rebukes
Of revenges and retaliations
I’ve lost the love in our relationship forever.
Why do they create special classes for parents
For helpful guidance,
But not for sisters, who don’t want their baby brother to ever grow up?
And now I can’t tell , if our connection is salvageable.
So now I beg you, my defender
To rescue your sister from these times of helplessness and despair,
With your infectious smile,
And show me a way to hope
That somehow, I can still pinch your cheeks like I used to,
That somehow, I can still play pranks on you like I love to,
That somehow, inspite of everything, you will turn into a good human being, like I want you to.