The dirt and the guilt,
The gift and the built,
The pain and the rain,
The past and the cast,
The beauty and the duty.
I have been confused
For long,
Thinking family was blood
And that is where
I belonged.
It seems,
Finally the bubble has burst,
And has quenched my thirst.
It's difficult to put in words,
Still I will try,
Not for myself but for the ones
That deserve to be told,
About how beautifully they unfold
The truth about love and life,
While I watch awed,
Not ready to believe.
Blood can only tell
Where you come from,
Because you never
Get a choice,
But what you call family,
Is surely the people
In whom you rejoice.
The ones who don't
Give up on you,
Even when you yourself do.
These are the gems
To be held close and tight,
It's because of them
That you lose your fright.
They clear the dust
From your eyes,
To make you see
The beauty within,
That lies.
How incomplete our existence
Would be,
To never have experienced friendships
And what they could be.
They are the perfect clan
To die for,
And the best plan
To live for.
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