It is a quarrel among siblings
not ten or twelve years of age.
between the ones in their sixties,
a few of them seventy and above,
It is not for a chocolate or ice cream,
but for dearer ones properties ,
jewellery, funds, ranging from
thousands to millions,
Fighting like children these seniors shout,
even go to the level of beating each other
a bit too much, forgetting their years
and their mobility,
Referring their case to another
who has amassed the entire ‘wealth
by deceiving his sibling , the veterans
await the outcome,
Deciphering an ironical semblance
to the symbol of justice where
the lady is blindfolded, I stand to see
the children as they start playing
forgetting the differences.
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