it is about the siblings,
five of them born with me,
one has departed recently,
have been so unkind, very
indifferent to me whatsoever
reasons it could be, I am
unable to explore,
Being the fourth child
with two elder brothers
and two younger ones
and an older sister, the eldest
I am a kind of sandwich
pressed on all directions.
a silent but a sensitive one.
They quarrel, keep away
from each other for years,
only to conjoin more firmly
soon after, forgetting
the insinuations and insults
as if nothing has taken place
sharing the bounties among them.
I am the one who stays away
participate to the least
being tied up with personal
involvements, There arose a time
when they and my parents
not to leave them started to think
there being only five not six in the brood
Living very close in body
distanced away in soul and spirit
I am perhaps considered dead and gone
years ago, decades back while I live
in flesh and blood till date observing
the partiality extended to me, a kind
of accepting deceit with disregard.
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