My brother and I,
Always fight.
I’m sure he’s wrong.
I think I’m right.

He pinches my things,
When I’m not there.
He cheats at games,
He’s never fair.

He leaves his clothes,
All over the place.
If I complain,
He pulls a face.

Every morning I’ve to wait.
To take him to school,
We’re always late.

But however naughty,
He can be.
Nothing must hurt him,He’s smaller than me.

Rai Akash Santosh,S.1 Student,St. Margaret’s Co-educational English Secondary & Primary School