These thoughts are for my dear Sparsh bhaiya, a loving brother, sporty, and mischievous, like me. 

Chalta raha Thar ka pahiya,
Aur footbaal khelkar aaye bhaiya. 

Iss saal ban gaye hain vo teen,
Par ab tak rahe sports ke liye keen. 

Khelte hai with me, Ayyu and Baani,
Aur saath-saath sochte hain nayi shaitaani. 

Football ka hai unko shauk,
Pehnte vo shoes of Reebok. 

Har mahine chahiye new shoes,
Par hamesha ho jaate confuse. 

Bante hai voh Abdul Kalam,
Aur sab karte unko salaam. 

Natkhat, shararti, pyaar waale,
Yeh hai Sparshy bhaiya, lndore waale. 

And these go out for my elder sister, Punya didi, who is intelligent, kind-hearted, and a caring sister.

We make a wonderful team,
Ten, thirteen and seventeen!  

Likhti hai speeches with her pen,
Phir bolti hai boldly in MUN.  

Books and copies, saari hai unki proper,
Science ho ya SST, sab mei hai vo topper.  

Aajkal rehti busy, karti padhai,
Chicken chorke, khaati paneer kadhai.  

Favourite subject hai unka History,
Kyu ban gayi veg, it's a mystery.  

Jab karna ho kebab pe thrive,
Didi can take us for a drive.  

When on-time deliveries are at stake,
She's ready to help to bake a cake.  

My encyclopedia, aka my big sis,
Keeps me updated on that and this.  

She's 17, no more frocks,
Ho na ho, Punya didi rocks! 🤘