Nobody can deny the fact that how much our little siblings mean to us and I am no different. This poem is dedicated to a dear one, one who is very close to my heart. Although he is too small to sense my gesture but as he'll grow up I am sure he'll like it.

chunnu 

In the month of January when he came in this world

The way that little baby twirled and swirled

That was the moment everyone had waited for

Can’t tell you how it made me feel just out of this world.

Blessed with such enlivening and innocent smile

Oh! How small a baby he is and so fragile

Can’t wait to see him when he comes home

And capture his childlike voice, so cantabile.

Ma, pa, bhai, everyone, including me

We all crave to hear him speak, laugh and to see

Our tiny angel swaying his legs and reeling all over the floor

Making us all go wild and crazy.

And of course his two magical eyes

Gunning for whatever fascinating there lies

Always ready to pull his mumma’s hair

How I miss it all, and his perky high-fives.

All his prattles on skype and on phone

The shrieks and the rattles made by him alone

His craving for all goodies and stuff

And his desire to work on papa’s laptop on his own.

His all such amusing, childhood bits

With babyish yet striking wits

Keeping us all mesmerized for long

Enter straight into our hearts without any permits.

I am blessed with an angelic brother and that’s true

He is certainly the next rockstar in the queue

Adorable, jolly and always full of life

Such is my sweetheart chunnu.