“Time’s relative”

Misery makes himself comfortable like at home,
And snores asleep on the couch beside his wife-
Grief, who kicks my sister happiness out,
I can only in vain shout, “it is my place, I named it ‘life’!”

My sister is numb and yet waits on the doorstep,
Hoping to overpower my house again someday,
As she has invariably been the head of the table…
Wisely fighting those foes as it’s not a child’s play!

Bravery and wittiness, my cousins, soon blended with my sister,
Untied the family stronger it is, they evinced!
Staying, with uncle ‘time’, was needed to heal the wounds,
An equanimous mind can only elicit and plan the plot on depraved.
When the neighbors hurry and fear tries to interfere,
And use the weapon of ‘fight’ to sort the things clear;
I can see time advising my cousins to have patience,
For the right weapon to use is 'love' as the fight is not so legally dear..

With changing period of life and hard work to progress,
One can only achieve success if they work in attitude right,
For to control your life, your house and your fate..
He must use his mind, heart, soul and win in might!
-Aditi Gandhi.