Friday, 3 April 2020

Blood Relation




Running across the hall,
On Mother’s loud call,
Sitting squeezed together,
On Father’s return from stroll.

Murmuring all nights,
Tucked in a single quilt tight,
The open books lay for hours,
Us chattering merrily hush & quiet.

Divided we stood indoors,
Fighting for more on all chores,
Together we stood bonded,
Even against the Devils outdoors.

Lost all as we grew,
With relations that drew new,
Running after Mirage,
Lost the bloods’ true hue.

Aditya Sinha
02.04.2020

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