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An unconditional love

We don't always want someone who would always love.
Sometimes we want some one to scold us,
and hold our silly selves together.
Someone who would guide us how to curve
the path of our life without a fuss.
And will catch us even when we are falling like a feather.

They will give the blow of support..
Teach us how to fly..
My family, but he isn't my dad, she isn't my mother.
Sometime their words are as sharp as a sword,
especially when someone is rude and sly.
Though not by being our parents, because she is my sister and he, my brother.

They didn't give me birth..
But looked after me ever since..
Been there beside me with the promise of forever...
With them, I didn't feel dearth
of love, as they always rinse
all the negativity and didn't let them come back again ever.

Their promises were unsaid...
They silently take care of my heart's province..
They make my dumb self clever...
How kind that God really made
them for me, since
they really did savour
my stuffs.
And I know those were real,
not some kind of a bluff.

They taught me that love isn't always romantic..
You don't have to lock it everytime with a kiss..
Sometime a strand of string can also retain love's flavour.
Held my hand, when I had to accomplish the streak
of hardship, even hold the hands when I miss
the chance of being braver.

My protection sheild,
Read these lines before you jump on me and I get killed.
Here's a string of words for my living bliss
All the blessings from my side, and a soft, gentle kiss.
Here's a poem for the one who just came from nowhere and changed my fate,
Remember I love you a lot, though you are only the one  whom I lovingly hate.

 ~ Debojit Chakraborty & Shreyasha Banerjee
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