reaching out

why did I abstain from calling-

letting my affection go to sleep?

that silver tumbler broke the ice

my thought process turned to you

I remembered our childhood play moods

your goofy attitude, with that smile

spoke to you in my mind

I called out again and again

maybe when that tumbler fell down

your mind heard that clinking sound

folding my hands in grateful prayer

I take down the superficial halo-

we both reached out, mom helped-

I called, you answered, siblings again

"again I hug that silver tumbler

and give it to you, brother"

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Some days back, I wrote about one of my brothers, estranged from us. On Monday, I called him and he responded. I went to meet him on Tuesday, along with my mom and younger brother and his family. I think we will be able to mend the fences. I again need your encouragement and support.