We Will Always Be Boys

Gaurav Parab

As my mind moves through those memories

Of climbing and falling through sepia toned trees

Of fighting over books, and someone else’s toys

My brother whispering, we will always be boys

As I turn over Kodak colored photographs

Of the tears in my eyes, and his throaty laughs

Visiting gambling houses on tip-toes, without any noise

My brother taking my hand, we will always be boys

As I stare at the shadows formed by the light

Of him falling in love with Mia at first sight

Of him holding an angel’s tears and her joys

My brother winking with a gleam, we will always be boys

As I start at the medal hanging by the bedside

Of him going to war, when I chose to hide

Of asking him, Why be a part of something that destroys?

My brother whispering back, we will always be boys