In the grand tapestry of life so vast,
Emerges Raatba, my sister so dear.
An unexpected bond, steadfast and vast,
Born not of blood, but love that’s clear.
Her spirit, a melody sung by a lark,
Youthful and radiant, creative and bright.
In the canvas of life, she leaves her mark,
A beacon of love in the darkest night.
God’s plans were woven, unseen by our eyes,
Through life’s many turns, smiles and tears.
A bond beyond birth, a pleasant surprise,
A sister’s love that soothes all fears.
Unconditional, her love never bends,
It yearns for the best, defends without end.
Had I known this love, this precious trend,
I’d yearn for a sister, a forever friend.
The past is barren, a sisterless scene,
Yet I’m grateful for the joy unseen.
For Raatba, though not of shared gene,
Is more than a sister, she is my serene.
