He is my brother...YES HE!!

He is my brother.. yes he
The one you hate, yes he….
You knw he had chubby cheecks
And I wud kiss them…

And his eyes were so innocent…
We went to school together…
Yes he did and to university too..
And we played in the porch
On winter noons.
Sometimes we wud bunk classes
And make merry in fairs..
I would lie for him and he would do the same
When confronted with brickbats
Girls would go gaga over him..
And he always came up with better marks…

He is my brother… yes he..
Lying silent…draped in blood…
People are cursing..calling him names…
His innocence is lost..
Bulging from a tangled mass of flesh..
His half open eyes exude vengeance…
A martyr for himself, a terrorist to the world..
There lies my bundle of joy…

Standing in midst of a maddening crowd,
Thats cheering a devils death…
I am mourning for a second time
At my brother’s journey to hell…
As memories flood my blood stream…
I am taken back to good old days….
Days when I cud proudly say..

He is my brother…. Yes he