An elder brother
I always looked upto
Calm and composed
Is the chettan I always knew
A zest for a rustic life
finding joy in simple things
an observant eye,
hundred ideas take wings
All his stories
I have heard over the years
Overflows with simplicity,
joy and never any tears
His collection of old pens
His Bajaj and his cycle
With treasure of old stories
Is our brother P J Michael
He writes and he reads
He follows and he leads
He is a taster and a cook
a librarian and a book
He will talk with nostalgia
With a cup of tea in his hand
Every conversation, I collect
A few more grains of sand
I wanted to grow up
And be like him
And though years have passed
I still idolise him
Love Manoj
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