Family
It is not so much as our extension
which binds us to our family,
But it is the reflection of
ourselves in it which gives us an anchor in life.
Man's family is the primordial
human connection,
It is his first theater and
hurdle,
A reference of time and place.
Group life demands the melting
of the individual identity,
But the soaring individualism
of the times
Holds the swell of the family
by a jab,
A flower-bed slanted by a deep
shadow.
A man by himself alone can not
reach the grand corners of existence,
He needs to be subsumed in mankind
to feel his identity in universe.
The human bubble is perhaps the
most fragile consciousness assessing the
universe,
Its power lies in reflection
and not in amassment.
Aloneness in universe is not
fatal,
But group-life lightens the
burden of ego,
Possession is heavy,
But sharing is the acknowledgment
of human condition.
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