There is always a deep whisper inside,
I call him mini me, a guide.
When loneliness hits life,
I prefer talking to him about my grief.
He is too busy with thoughts flowing,
Like a river of sunshine, glowing.
We end up discussing various things
And spend time like siblings.
All questions running wild in mind,
Why, What, Where, Who & When, it grinds.
A soul who listens without any whine,
Doesn’t matter if it's darkness or sunshine.
He was born the day I was,
Differences arise during disputes.
Like twins we stay,
Like warriors we slay.
By
Sanji-Paul Arvind
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