With red jeans and pink shirt.
a go go glasses .a pony tail
dangling I walk into the classroom
of my elder brother with my mother.
He is not a hardworking chap,
lazy and takes life easy, his reports
speak of his achievements, mom
is worried .
His class mates call out to me
while my brother shoves his face
into his hands as if feeling shy
to look at me,
Mom departs in no good mood,
scowls at my brother, who hides
his face, then as mom hurries
pouts his lips, makes faces at me
Back home. I ask him the reason
for his behaviour, He growls,
“your dress was a misfit, clownish
you looked”. I break down, run to mother.
Mom takes me in her arms,
shouts at my brother, making him
even more uncomfortable,
as mother turns, he looks daggers.
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