My Brother

My Brother

In reality he is a nerd
And always pretends that he is a free bird
His handwriting is untidy
This can be only read by ‘the almighty’
He is still a kid within
With a big genuine grin
He pulls my hair
And that’s not fair!
Sometimes irritates me
And calls my hair a bush of tree
Always conscious over his looks
And wants to be in every girl’s good books
He is really tall
This is admired by all
He is a big foodie
And sometimes he gets a bit moody
At the end of the day he is my brother
And we love each other.


About Anisha Khattri

I'm just a school girl studying in class IX. As a kid I used to write poems even if it sounded crazy. I never thought of making a blog until somebody suggested me. There's nothing much to know about me....

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