What Never Had to Be Said

Is true love in someone who stays,

Even when we change with days? 

Is it in bonds that quietly grow,

In places we didn't expect to know?

Is it between two who share a life,

In small things between a husband and wife?

Not just in smiles, but in the care, 

In everyday moments always there?

Is it in siblings, loud and wild,

Who fight, then laugh, just like a child?

In the comfort of a sister's hand,

A brother who understands?

Can it be in a friend so new,

Yet something in them feels warm and true?

Or in those who stayed for years,

Who have seen your laughter and your tears?

Is it in family we have known forever,

In little acts that leave us never?

In meals shared and worries told,

In stories passed and hands we hold?

Shayad true love zyada bolta nahi,

Bas chhoti chhoti baaton mein dikhai deta hai kahi. 

Na zarurat hoti hai bade shabdon ki,

Na har ehsaas kehna padta hai sabko. 

It's in the way someone stays, 

Even on the hardest days. 

Sach pyaar wahi toh hota hai-

Jo kehne ki kabhi zarurat hi nahi padi.