Elegy to a younger sister

Mobarak Ali, Gopibag, Dhaka
My younger sister loved me very much. She always prayed for the well-being of her elder brothers. She lived in a village with her 3 children, husband and in-laws. When she died (3 weeks back) at the age of 32, her youngest son was 5-months-old. She never expressed her pains and sufferings to anybody. She used to tell me on mobile, “I'm keeping well, don't be anxious about me. Take care of yourself and take your meals timely.” I know that she was feeling helpless. Her in-laws did not treat her as their daughter. I could not go there to see her because of my official duties. She did not insist on my going there, because she knew that taking leave would be harmful to my official image. She could read my mind. After getting information about her sickness, I went there. But by that time she was no more. I appeal to all elder brothers to keep contact with their younger sisters and visit them regularly.