Cousinhood Connections

By Riya Bhatia

Slap, slap, and more slap,

This is how I love to snap.

To all my darlings out there,

The belongingness felt is rare.

As we journeyed from babies to grown,

Insults mingled, seeds were sown.

In our games, cricket held the throne,

Our youthful joys, forever known.

All my heart's pain gently fade,

Seeing their smiles, my worries evade.

Love and laughter to the craziness we share,

Nothing can stop us from doing each other’s care.

Meaningful conversations, deep talks,

All we need is a comforting walk.

So many differences yet together,

In our bond, nothing feels wrong, not ever.

May we all settle like a sky,

Holding each other’s till the final goodbye.

Sharing what the moon and sun sown,

Sometimes, being truly known.

Never felt the need for a real sibling,

Every day's joy so utterly fulfilling.

Am I too emotional to confess,

Rebirthing divine antics, I must address.

By Riya Bhatia