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RAKSHA BANDHAN - A BRO-SIS THING...

Friends, its Raksha Bandhan. A festival celebrated every year to commemorate the brother-sister love. I dedicate this post to all my lovely sisters who have cared for me, loved me across different phases of life. Hope you all like it...

To all the sisters today I say, 
To all brothers you are sunshine ray. 
During childhood with clay we play, 
All our secrets to you we say. 
How much bad be our mood may, 
You make it a beautiful day. 

In life we get so much love, 
But nothing matches the sibling love. 
Its really special to have a sister, 
Who erases all your mistakes like on blackboard, a duster. 
The unexpressed care they show to you, 
Changes a stale day into something new. 


A relation that is one of the most pure, 
It's a bro-sis thing which everyone won't understand for sure. 
A relation which is filled with love and care, 
A relation where every problem with each other we can share. 
Cute fights between us make the bond strong, 
And yeah the validity of this bro-sis relation is life long. 

I become nostalgic thinking of my school days, 
As I had some really caring sisters at that phase. 
I love my cousins for always being there, 
And even from B.Tech I have few sisters who are rare. 
Usually I do not write any name in my post, 
Else I could have named some whom I can always count and boast.
For whenever I am sad or feeling bad,
They are the ones with whom I share without being afraid.


I thank God for creating this beautiful relation, 
And wish happy RAKSHA BANDHAN to the whole nation.
My deepest gratitude to my sisters for treating me their own,
Who never see their watches to talk to me over phone.


P.S. DEDICATED TO ALL MY SISTERS




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