I remember, I do remember, chucking in your soft arms,
Broad smiles decorating faces, with news spreading across all farms.
I was your ‘first’ son but you became my ‘best’ friend,
I promise to love you longest mom, ignoring the death end.
I was afraid of darkness, I hid from strangers behind the tree:
Yet my fears vanished away, discovering my savior beside me!
Although I have grown up, I’m still your baby who yawns:
Longing for those scoldings, just like the immature newly-borns.
I have troubled you a lot while getting a bath or being fed,
I have given you sleepless nights, exchanging illness as papa said.
I have torn pages of expensive books, broken innumerable toys,
I have had stubborn demands of sports items amongst all the boys!
Your unchallenged faith, makes you the anchor of my life-
I will always hold your hand: making you eat, bath and sleep before my wife!
I will take you out on your wheelchair, like you took me out in my pram,
I will sing a peaceful lullaby to you, like you sang to me even in a traffic jam!
I will make your bedding, like you always arranged my room,
I will share your illness, like you prevented me once from doom.
I believe, I am a happy son, with chubby cheeks and dimple chin,
Millions I met but none like you, feeling the same from within.