My Brother Poem by Niharika Singh

I tell you a reality,
my brother has a personality.
His knowledge so wide,
like an ocean's tide.

Friends call him a computer freak,
God knows what he seeks? ?
Mum tells him to clean his room,
that brings him in the shadow of dooooom.

His irritating expression,
gives me a depression.
With recession so in,
his jokes are like a sin...

Though we fight,
we take it lite.
We patch up soon,
by the next noon.

He is so nice,
but his words are sometimes vice.
Still I'm by his side,
becoz he is my brother 'Mr Right'.