My Memories

I flourish like a brood
In the fist of my brother.
He ushered me the moon
The sweetest boon of the universe
That night I urged for him
Through my window he glared at me
He whispered in my ears
The ditty of extreme love
I arouse from my bed
As if to haul him in my heart\
I the Chandrayan probed at least
He lullabied me in his warmth
I am nil without him
Like no Devadas for paroo!!!

                                              -Lalija