The Many Emotions Of An Elder Sister

The one who came into the world a little later,

The age gap between me and her was three years.

And chose the relation of a younger sister,

Wheatish was my skin colour and she was little darker.

Being in India skin colour is a big thing,

And comparison of girls based on colour is always trending.

Relatives were little rude in their behaviour,

Scolding was stricter to her and towards me a tone softer.

Oblivious to this mistreatment, I moved on

But she was a kid, in her mind these comments were always on.

These remarks grew stronger,

When family visits became longer.

Her skin colour was not her mistake,

As she was not given a choice to make.

Despite the unfair treatment, we grew up tight,

As well as I was jealous as she grew taller in height.

I was the one with sense of humour,

Still, somehow she was both, caring and dumber.

From kids to teenage and from there to being grown-ups,

Our talks shifted from toys to boys and reached to break-ups.

We were thick together,

Even the things we said were similar.

She is always obedient and good,

While, I was the one with shifting mood.

With time our paths changed,

And so the career we were interested.

Belonging to the family of orthodox beliefs,

I knew I have to fight for the things I could not leave.

With each losing battle it ran through my mind

I can’t lose as she was next in the line.

With each fight I grew fiercer,

As if I lose, she will be the next loser.

I fought and struggled and paved my way out,

So that she don’t have to pout.

I hoped if I had taken this fight when we were children,

She wouldn’t have felt alone due to discrimination.

She is my baby sister, I cannot let her down,

She is my responsibility till I finally lay down.

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