Some arrive as strangers, unknown, with promises they silently keep
Some good, some sweet, some sour, some just like beautiful rhymes
Yet a few walk in quietly… and change the course of our times
Instruments of the same Institute
These bonds are there without a major dispute
Either they teach you by being cute
Or they stand by you, absolute
These bonds either teach
Or they come and preach
But some, without a word, simply reach
And turn distant hearts into something within reach
Some start with you in the race of life to succeed
Others, like passing winds, barely leave a trace indeed
But a rare few arrive unknown, with no name to defend
And slowly become a home… a bond that will never bend
They come so pure, they blend without a seam
Turning moments of life into a shared dream
Not born in blood, yet closer than kin can ever pretend
They become brother, sister, parent… and a forever friend
In a world where ties often break and bend
Such souls redefine what it means to transcend
From unknown paths to a place they now command
They become family… not by fate, but by heart and hand
A man’s greatest strength lies not in wealth or fame
But in such bonds that ask for nothing, yet give all the same
From sharing meals to journeys that endlessly expand
Life feels lighter… like a feather held in a trusted hand 🪶
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