On my brother Monu early 1998

Monu is so Queer,
He has no fear,
his only work is to,
belch out the day,
And burp out the night.

He has his ethics,
He has his rules,
But he swears so much,
But doesn't even blush.

He is so tall,
He is but flat,
three dimensional he is ,
But two dimensional he seems.

His ways are violent,
But he is so dull,
He laughs sporadically,
like a coughing volcano.

He is but fair,
But his heart is so dusty,
He baths daily in Summer,
But scarcely in Winter,
Taking great advantage,
of his fair skin.
And he doesn't even wash his chin.

In Spring he sings like a Raven,
To frighten the Sparrows,
And scare the Bulbuls.

But still he is loved,
And still he is admired,
He may have his faults,
But he is not evil at all.

Mom loves him,
Father chides him,
But I always wonder,
What he is up to next.