One fine day a score and two years ago there had been
a boy, one of the cutest his uncle averred that he had seen
Not far away, in fact in the same hospital there lay
a baby girl, the only one to be born on that day
Neither were they related nor were their families acquainted
And the boy travelled north while the girl stayed behind
Only to return, for good he was told, in a few years time
And for the next twelve years they listened to the same bells chime
He did not seem to have noticed her during the first eight
And she wonders how he had managed to miss her sight
Nevertheless, their friendship had been predestined
Cos’ it was as instantaneous as anything you could find
She liked to talk and to talk was what she did,
A commentator on the radio, she easily outdid
And listen he did, oh yeah! he was good at that
For he liked to hear her talk, to see her go tut-tut-tut
They understood, cared for and fought with each other
No matter whether they were far off or together
She liked to call him ‘brother’ and she does that still
He liked her even more for that and he always will
But sometimes he does begin to ponder, to wonder
why could they not have been born, well maybe together
But not to worry he told himself, for this was not bad
For she was still his twin, different parents were only what they had
R. Giridharan
19.05.2011
