Caramel on the window Sill

For graduation, I left Satara and moved to Poona 6 years back. My sister followed me 3 years later. I stay in Mumbai now and my sister stays in Poona. My younger brother,Vijayendra, stays with my family in Satara.Vijayendra spends most of his days alone because my mom and dad, both work. My cousins shifted to a new place. A lonely childhood is probably the most terrifying thing to face. But when I read these lines written by my li'l brother recently, I realized that he can take care of himself.
title-sugar on the window sill
there was a time when i was down
i noticed the caramel which was was brown
made from the sugar on the window sill
i started laughing because i was not so feeble
feeble as the sugar turning into caramel
i took the oath of keeping my soul on the highest levels
to do wonderous marvels
the end

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