My 'Twister'

I wrote this poem as a sayonara for my dear friend, Neti, whom I fondly call Twister (short for twin sister) when she left Navsari and went to Meerut in 2009.

Oh! What a law of nature unfair!

When a good friend, so precious, so rare,

Slips through your hands like sand

Never again will you her sweet voice hear

Or envisage in your mind her countenance clear

How can I forget you, dear friend?

When you go to an unfamiliar place,

a place where you'll start,

a second life, leaving me deserted

in the valleys of misery, all alone??

We met in the bus, I remember vaguely

You asked me my name.

And since then we smiled, we laughed

at sweet nothings. Indeed charming!

But you mesmerised me more

with the innocent yet mischievous

gleam of your eyes. I'll miss it,

and you! 'Mischief in miniature'!!

But now that you're going, I do ask

a small favour. Remember, remember

and just remember, me forever - Your 'Twin sister'