Bond Never Old

Values of life taught from birth,

Like stories, they flew with morals.

With care and affection much,

Pushed us every inch towards bliss.

The love we know is rare and pure,

Called by one name, is the family that stood.

Elegant in its own way it tells,

Stories with different pictures but the same frame.

One breath keeps them strung together,

Attachment of life they speak forever.

With emotions strong, they stand and fall,

Cover all perimeters to reach the goal.

Throwing light towards redemption,

They save us from all vicious circles.

By blood or beyond blood the bond stays,

Relates to the paradigm of the king in his ways.

Steady are its ways to portray,

That every broken part welcomes light.

No matter how dispersed it is,

Never does it concludes on death.

A feeling that never grows old,

With time it mends itself all new.

From birth to death what stays is unknown,

The family remains with us like treasure righteously earned.

From hatred to love what it states,

Stays with us till the eyes shut.

Whenever we stand deserted in the middle,

They hold us back with every fiber of soul.

Dawn to dusk for all lively days,

Not only laughter but tears also fell.

Separations are part of the play,

Together they come for foreseen trails.