The quaking lives

Oh! My beloved kid sis
My angel, precious idol
Panic not
Fumble not
Fear or frenzy not;
Firm and forcible

Strong and studious
I stand, I’ll shield you.

Though tiny and tissue-thin
Be the stake and support
Amidst the streak of misfortune
The love’s stamped
To behold us
Amalgamated and merged
Yes, indeed
Our destined luck!

Deprived of soothing hands
Bawled out unyielding
By every caring hand
Yet, myself to you
And my lovely doll you’re
We are bound, as one.

May upside down
All into one
Collapse forming heaps
May the mud beneath
Quivering, quaking
Taunts our tiny feet
It slits and skids apart
Yet I am a mountain wall
Erected, to revile it all!

The future though
Plunged upside down
Into a rootless youth
Shadow –less freckles;
We do share
The fervor of love
Sure to design an outset
Get set the dash of life.