by Advait Syamsunder
When all the world is against you,
And you start to feel alone,
There's always that person who'll stand beside you,
To defend you and stand by your tone.
When all the doors are shut,
And you are confused,
There's always that person who'll open it,
And the options will make you amused.
When you are bored,
And there is nowhere to go and no fun,
She'll come and sit on your head,
Now there's everywhere to run or take out a gun.
He will come and fight,
When he sees you smile,
But he is the beacon of light,
When he sees you wail even for a while.
Where there's fight and still unite,
Knowing that they can't live without each other,
Knowing that there's nothing like wrong and right,
That's the entanglement of sister-brother.