The Sleuth

By Vaishavi Watwe

You had your own reason,

For killing him right here.

Committing petty treason,

You then go and disappear.

You tell them pretty lies,

Tell them that it's fake.

You put on a great guise,

All for your own sake.

You hid all the evidence,

A very well played game.

Forgetting the inheritance,

Is written in your name.

It wasn't a coincidence,

It was recently changed.

Oh! Your overconfidence,

Had your demise arranged.

Now we know that it's you,

Cause I found out the truth.

It's you- I need to pursue,

Afterall, I am a sleuth.

By Vaishavi Watwe