The Evil Twin

By Arushi Manchanda

To obstinate, was how they had me primed,

Ever felt Exasperated, that concealed voice chimed.

She kept flourishing, nimbler than I did,

Fulminating then ever, will she noiselessly scream,

whenever found me stuck in ‘the grid’.

She was the one who cultured me, to retaliate,

Never to have my dreams, violate.

Above all, I chose to get the wind from her,

As her judiciary could be amiss, only a mere.

I embraced everyone against me, who strive,

Harnessed the wisdom from her, on which I thrive.

Never did it occurred to me, that I was ‘over-ruled’,

Longest for all, she made me believe, that I was belly-full..!

She was all, she educated me, and I Cherished,

One in succession, all my populace, vanished.

I kept her for the longest I could, ‘nameless’.

Down to everyone, close at hand, noticed me “frameless”.

It was the time, for her identity, to unveil.

To my conjecture, her presence will be overt as surreal.

Until they conclude, she was a whimsical,

They retained, her essence was fictional.

It was time, to give them, as well, a sweet nudge,

Not to deny, the contribution of all, before being judged…

By Arushi Manchanda