Brother And Sister Poem by Manas Rastogi

From where love came,
we cannot see: perhaps,
within us, born and bred,
Or taught to us at parent's knee,
Or instilled by God in heart and head.
Perhaps it sprang from some kind deed,
Which, long forgotten, yet has grown
To dazzling heights from one small seed
In the fertile soil of distress sown.
Respect rises up so far above
The pettiness of seperate view
Diffrences bow before a love
And friendship that is blood-bound, too.
May the bond between us strongergrow,
May I prove the fondness I confess,
Which my hand's service cannot sho'
Nor my single words ever express.