brother''s fight
BROTHER’S FIGHT
It my great fortune, I have
Only one brother
By birth, though he is a little
Younger to me
One day my mummy gave a cup
Of coffee, he extended his hands
And got it ere
It was hitting me
I started to narrate to mummy
As I should have the first cup
And refused to receive the next
Cup of coffee from her
It is unusal I have stopped
Taking coffee in my life
And the fight with my brother
Is not a small one prolonged
Even I am grown after many more
Years still the incident is my mind
Never made a room to giveup
Brother’s fight is fight never ended
-AYYAN DJ- 141110
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