Elder BROTHER and SISTER of the age
Meander through almost their years
The wind blows their hair every second
Their chairs are always full of thoughts.
Boil our soup like how mum can
There is no other source of warmth
But their own courageous arms
Nothing can harm us in their presence.
Listen, touch we see
When cheeks glisten with tears
Loved, cared we feel
When life weary
Convinced we need not worry.
Richly blessed is how we feel
Having protectors around us
Our priceless gift
The sincere one
Our bond can’t be broken.