Once I had a brother.
Youngest and opposite of me.
Soon we turned opponents.
Vying for love of our parents.
Me, the emotional being,
He, the practical dude.
Today we don’t meet.
When people talk of ties of blood,
I laugh aloud.
People not related to me
have protected me much more.
For me,it’s beyond the ties of Rakhi,
For me it is heart to heart connect.
The platonic bond one shares with the protector,
And protects in return.

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