The Twins
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Bijay Kant Dubey
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The twins are just like pairs, couples,
Joint bananas, entwined and enjoined,
The sterlings, I mean the mynahs
Moving in pairs,
The pigeons too.
But here talk I about not the look-alikes,
The look-alike of not Rajiv Gandhi
Or any film hero
Or president,
But the twin brothers and sisters.
Two brothers as the twins,
Looking alike, almost the same,
Difficult to bifurcate
And if separate, difficult to tick,
Recognize the who’s who?
Some identification mark his wife may keep in
As for identification,
As do Matric students fill up for
Photo verification,
Similar the case with.
The two brothers almost alike,
Who is who, I cannot,
As it not the job of mine,
That of an encyclopaedist,
Collecting and assembling materials.
The coming wife has to be careful of
In identifying
And taking to the incumbent,
Looking alike, nothing different.
How many times have I seen, have I claimed of identifying
But have failed I,
Do not ask, how many times,
In missing the target
And failing to hit the point with my shot gun?
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