Merly

I have a sister, much younger to me,

She was born when I was ten,

I had awaited for her to be born,

It was like my prayers were answered,

I wanted it to be a girl to play with,

As my brother was too torturous to play with!

And he too did pray for a boy-

Could be the same reason.

But instead of playing-

I almost raised her.

For her I'm no less than mom.

I became mother at ten,

Though I didn't know what it really meant then!

She, a peculiar person,

Has her own weird ideologies,

Adamant on her seemingly stupid thoughts,

Making her own limits,

Which is rarely allowed to be crossed,

By any other human.

And one day, we went for a purchase,

She asked me for some money-

I gazed, I knew she had something in mind,

I gave, and I watched her,

I saw her walking towards an old lady,

She was claded in 'rag'-

Uncombed hair, almost red teeth,

I saw my sister giving her the money,

Very calm, serene and with a sweet smile,

A rare smile to see, I saw it in her eyes,

We are in an era, where we find smile in the others' eyes...

And she gave her a mask,

I saw her animatedly telling how to wear,

That lady smiled at her blank,

She seemed to have a derailed mind,

But I could see the blessing and love

She was pouring into my sister.

I hadn't noticed that lady,

But she did, I felt good for being

Her mom-cum-sister…

I smiled with a prick of tear,

I knew that moment, that she would

Touch many lives subtly-

Which I could have never imagined

Before that very moment.

It's not the titles, but being human

That matters...