Brothers and sisters are let out
At birth to set out on a race
To run fast in growth and progress.
They run with no concern for the trailers.
The strong one might help the weak one
But not to the extent of overtaking.
They show their real colour at last
When their parents are no more
And when the partition is over.
Be happy if you're born single.
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