My 'Bro-cum-pro's'

As I was born, I was welcomed to this world by people of every form;

I got a hue of people few, my rainbow they make;

With me, they stay and wish me a great take.

Some maybe who wept while others who smiled,

Some who only nodded, while others who applauded.

But.......in that cluster apart from that ordinary buster,

God blessed me with some men few,

Who I call 'my brothers' in others lieu.

This bond is sacred,

Special it will stay, outliving thousands of eons

And epsilons only mine you'll stay.

Memories I have heaped in my mind,

Nostalgic they make me feel, every time I remind.

~~ Games of us how we played in 'gol room'~~

I wish we all be together every moon~~

Pillow fights and hugs tight,

Only 'special one's avail;

I wish even at the doom if this world, only our love prevails.....

I wanna write more, thoughts and memories of you seems bubbling,

On scooties how we did trippling.

And now that I know german; I'll also write 'Ich Liebe du.'