In this superficial world,
Those few people you have…
Whom you can call your ‘own’
At any given time…
They are the ones, who are happy,
To see you happy,
And sad when you are sad…
There is nothing you can hide from them
As that would make them mad.
You don’t have to please them
Or cast an impression
They love you for who you are
Without any hesitation.
They are always ready to help,
Even if you don’t call
A word of advice or guidance,
Anything at all
Birthdays or Festivals,
Aren’t celebrations without them
The fun times in vacations,
Are all coz of them
They are the ones to come first
In times of need and despair
Without them life,
Wouldn’t make a good pair.
You can never have enough of them,
As you would always want more…
Seldom may you complain,
Of being bored.
They know you inside out,
Every lil secret which you can’t shout
Their care is so unimaginable
Something which you can never guess
They would be around you
When you are distressed.
You may scream or shout at them,
In your awful mood…
They would still give you a smile
Even if you brood.
They are not just blood relations
But people who live in your heart
So selfless is their love
A very rare craft
They take pride in your achievements
And are always there to celebrate
But are the first ones to support you
If failure is in your bait
Are they angels in disguise
Or people with noble hearts
How are they so gentle?
Is it their art?
Can’t imagine life without them
As it wouldn’t be the same
Not seeing them for long
Would simply make me lame
There’s nothing in this world,
Which could possibly replace them?
They are called “family”
People who are your own.
– By Anjani Nautiyal
Very well said anji 🙂
Fantastic and meaningful poem. Well done a
Anjani.
Very true Anu….. Nicely penned down…
Thanks a lot everyone.
Excellent. .