An Entreaty To Relatives Poem by Mohammad Muzzammil

My dear relatives, I entreat thee,
To gather round and listen to me.
For there's a matter that weighs heavy on my heart,
And I need your help, before we're torn apart.

We are family, bound by blood and by love,
And it's time we put aside our differences, rise above.
For there's a rift that's grown between us,
And it's causing so much pain and fuss.

Let's set aside our pride and our hurt,
And work together to heal and avert,
The loss of the ties that bind us so strong,
And that have sustained us for so long.

Let's come together, to talk and to share,
And find a way forward, with love and with care.
Let's forgive and forget, and move on with grace,
And rekindle the love that we once embraced.

For life is too short, to hold onto our strife,
And we all deserve to live it with love and with life.
So my dear relatives, I entreat thee,
To join me in this endeavor, to restore our family tree.