Going Through Photographs of Yesteryear
Going through photographs of yesteryear,
makes me wonder what made you a murderer?
To the brother, who you claimed to be brother from another mother.
Going through photographs of yesteryear,
reminds me of the growing years when we (me & father) were your nurturers.
We told you to be her protector to your sister,
Not a murderer but a shoulder to her tears.
Have you not seen the color of your sister’s face when the brother of yours
and lover of hers arrived at our place everytime?
Have you not been prouder when she spoke of your bromance
endearingly in front of the so called mediocre crowd?
Going through photographs of yesteryear,
makes me wonder why we told you to be a protector to your sister,
not a murderer but a shoulder to her tears.
Why had I told her that after me and father, brother will take care of her?
Why had I not taught her to be independent than make her bend
in front of the brother who at the end shall listen to the society?
Going through photographs of yesteryear…..
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