One's Anguish
Has the best of life
Living in bonding
come to an end
However short lived
Childhood days
We shared all joy and sorrow
In hand and glove
Materialistic world
Doesn’t just make
All stubborn for the choice
Each of us parted
By choice to make
And both ends to meet
In lines and reads rejoiced
For each better world
A waiting for all
As a close family
We lived under same hut
Nothing is much painful
Nothing is much joyful
To be called ourselves
Our blood is same
Best of time
Worst of time
Yet we haven’t tasted
But no chances arise
To live under same hut
Placing myself
At someone’s foot and fate
However our blood
Is same of siblings
My wisdom stops
To reunite the family
As broken things
Lose their glory
For ever and ever