Pat, my brother, Naren to me
Was 5 years older, a sister in-between
We shared a room, whilst in our youth,
Many memories I have, many an anecdote.

Of the times we used to sign each other's reports,
Or ceremonies galore, of which we had no clue,
Our bonds strengthened over time
From sidekick to helper, from brother to friend.

And from him I learnt a lot,
The good, the bad and what not
My musical tastes, he did inspire
And many other things, perhaps of less desire

At school, Don Bosco, I was always just Narens brother,
The shadow he cast made him seem much taller
Athletic he was, and in all the school teams
From cricket to badminton, and even TT.

Ever full of laughter, ever full of zest,
He lived life to its very fullest.
His circle of friends was quite extraordinary
From all walks of life, they were all his buddies.

They say at times I sound like him
Some mannerisms, some gestures, perhaps akin
I wish though at times that some small part of me,
Could be like him, like a bird set free...

To this day we chatted, a few times a week,
A "hello mate' to start with, and then "how's family"
Even in my darkest moments, he was always there for me,
A great family man, a friend, Lord, this is such a pity.

Closing:

And while on earth this may be your final chapter
Heaven will ring with the sound of your laughter
Go in peace brother, and as you often say,
Call me anytime, catch you somewhere....