Voice of heart (my poems)

My Bro for me is more than a Hero. He is very cool and calm, And always gets up late even if he sets alarm. Instead of oil he applies gel, If something is wrong he has many fake stories to tell. Irritates me so much that I literally yell. Is very stylish Nowadays instead of Marathi, he speaks too much of English. Is very uptodate about new upcomming technologies, But still belives in all sorts of numerlogies, and astrologies. In everything he tries to apply his logic, And is always surrounded by people, I dont understand his magic. He is very mordern, But somewhre in the heart he follows Indian tradition. Even if I 'm sad for while, with his stupid humour he makes me smile. He behaves as if all responsiblites are on his shoulder, May be because he is older. Be it good or bad times, He is always by my side. I'm so friendly with him that nothing from him I hide. He teaches me even failures we should bare, About nothing then family he ever cares. I know my bro is very smart. I als

If I were a rose for a day, I would spread sweet fragrance all the way. If I were a candle for a day, I would show the path of right way. If I were a sand for a day, I would never come in hand anyway. If I were a wind for a day, I would make move everyone with me along the way. If I were a sun , I would give warmth of love to everyone. Atlast I were rain, With pure thoughts I would cleanse everyone's brain.