MEETING SIBLINGS


Brothers of mine-one two and three,
Them I will meet, when I am free.
Of old times again, we would talk.
Until their wives step in to balk .

Carefree time we have had as kids,
Parents fulfilling all our bids.
Good times they were, no scorn or mock.
Under the mango grove we’ll walk.

Wonderful meeting we have had.
Exchanging news that’s good and bad.
Shadows are beginning to stalk!
Nice reunion! I can rock!