Blood Ties

I was born from a Bonafide homemaker,

For her I came into the world of seekers.

There's no words to define her care,

She's my Mother to whom all the feelings I share.

He's a die hard labour, who fulfill my dreams,

Whose money I waste in chocolates and ice-creams.

From childhood we have been playing tag together,

Because I am the daughter of my king like Father.

He's gold and also a package of begonia,

Who does all his works with workaholic mania.

Always I am ready to meet my heart's feather,

When the kinda fight starts with my Brother.

Someone gives me full of beautiful sock,

When matter comes to my memorable luck.

We are not only related by blood but also a soul,

Yes, of course she's my Sister I used to call.

It's the story of my family,

Please listen to the heart of yours.

Think like kind, push your heart,

What is family? and you will be in tears.