i'm only one and they are three

i'm one and they are three

teasing me three times

i tell them so many times

it hurts so more than three times

but they change their mind everytime

they don't let me free from their kiddings

don't let me free from their strike of hurting

morning,afternoon, evening, night

they do such a thing with me

and say please don't mind

we just kidding

they are three and i'm just one

make a fun of my dress style

make a fun of me everynight

but give me some advise

that this is a funny life

take me away from bog life

where once anyone snarl

then possiblity less than three times

so they tease me more than three times

Author's Notes/Comments: 

in this poem i describe about my brothers how they tease me and help me

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