The shirt

The shirt

My father bought a red shirt.
Both of us brothers liked it.
We fought each other
to establish our claims.

It was a full sleeve shirt,
having one pocket.
The color was high,
having few buttoms.

Oneday both of us had to
attend a party
and had to reach
with in seven thirty.

Both of us wanted
to have it.
Started tug of war.
At last the shirt became split.

Then both of us were repented over fuss.
"Unity will make you strong, but struggle with each other will make you weak" Father consoled and advised us.