Family Poem by Nishtha Trivedi

Even in the darkest of nights,
even in the most violent of storms,
this candle stays alight,
this fire keeps you warm.

When the world is a blur,
and trust seems to have died,
your own flesh and blood
will stand by your side.

When you are alone and lost
and torn down in misery,
when you have nothing, remember,
you always have your family.

A family is but a cloth;
a multicolored harmony,
we are all just threads
woven together by destiny.

A bond stronger than any other,
it endures any pain,
the cloth may be stretched and pulled,
it bears every strain.

For its foundation is one
of unconditional love,
on which stand trust and togetherness
of the family we’re part of.

Our family, our lineage,
a reminder of our history,
guides us through life
and into our destiny.

Our family defines us,
this bond of blood remains
the maker of your identity,
engraved deep to remain unchanged.

The everlasting bond,
that of family,
in a world spinning in chaos,
is our gravity.