My sweet little bruv,
I still remember the day, when you were born,
Even I was young, but you were our strongest bond,
You grew up as our favorite gem, playing with you was our sweetest charm...
I still remember the days, in the village, how in the afternoon you used to do naughty escapades making our maternal family clang,
Even in school, you were famous for your mischievous pranks,
Whenever teacher called, I was your saving sam,
As you grow, your mischiefs get low, Busy were you! with your college and businesses too...
But as we all know, this society is bad too.
Always praised and jealous of you, as their kids were not good in any qualities of you...
Don't know the evil eye or what? That has separated us from you,
Where we can't reach even living life so long...
Still don't know, our soul is when waiting for you,
When will you come and in whose form do?