Families we all have who shower their love on us,
the love remains steady even when we behave like idiots.
Sometimes we are boring, lazy or extremely bad,
in spite of all this our families love us which seems sad.
We cannot chose our families like we chose friends,
but sometimes family members look like odds and ends.
There are some common things among them and us.
we may not admit but our families mould our lives.
We might end up looking like our great grandfathers,
having personalities of our great uncles.
We might have eccentricities like our granduncles,
and be called as similar family black sheeps.
If we ever ever feel mad with our families and want to run,
we should think before assigning them to our mind's dustbin.
Ask those who have no family, how much alone they are.
families are not made with an exchange offer.
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