"In my book of memories, where stories stay, I feel kinda sad 'cause my brother's not here to play. People all happy for the new year's cheer, But I'm stuck in moments that bring a tear. It's been two years since my bro went away, On this day, feels like he should've stayed. I held him tight, hoping he'd wake, But time just moved on, like a river does, for goodness' sake. "I won't fight," I told him in that quiet place, Hugging him close, but he slipped into space. Time kept going, all cold and bold, Leaving me here, feeling kinda old. I miss his teasing and our shared plate, Eating together, it was super great. I wish I could go back, do things right, Regret fills my heart, like day turns to night. In that day's mess, wondering how he felt, A piece of me broke, like it totally smelt. I wish I could change our story's plot, But here I am, dealing with what I got. I wish for a time machine, that would be cool, To fix things up, to not play the fool. While others look forward, with a lot of cheer, I'm just holding a quiet, 23-year-old tear. ©Anchal Mehta "