Sisters

Sisters

By Rajul Tiwari

Born to a mother, they are music to ears,
innocent eyes grew to dream...
They faced fears and fate's sears,
younger was better but then elder was cream...

Binding and bonding beautifully they grow,
elder sweated ambition, and basked to prodigy...
Ecstatic were the sibling and erratic was their row,
younger romanced the nights, submerged in poetry...

Their thoughts were distant forever,
yet they stumbled into each others' sensitivities...
It is not that they didn't try to maneuver,
just that they lived with different capacities...

Time grew more, elder was pushed for more,
and she wondered how? always nervous, always unsure...
Younger tired of sickness, still smiled and learned to endure,
weakling in material, but owned an unrealised lore...

Elder fought it bravely, victory she sought,
younger laughed it in the face, no aims, no thought...
Happiness and expectations, for elder there were two of a sort,
she followed heart, for younger, she resented life's knot...

Often asked why this smiling face talked of death,
younger smiled again but couldn't explain how life is a trap...
Often exclaimed that how intelligently she led,
elder tried to cover her fear with a skillful wrap...

Elder, used to appreciation, can't handle normal ignorance,
younger, used to comparison, worst disappeared in former's presence...
Elder couldn't understand that ignorance had peace,
younger couldn't understand that comparison means "notice"...

As children they were liberated, as grown-ups they were rated,
they still looked alike, for a better future, they waited...
Time hit them hard, and they knew tongues keep wagging,
faith joined them, made them stand, prevented them from lagging...

They fought with each other, interfered with sensibility,
they fought for each other, understood with agility...
They felt for each other, when departed but lacked expression,
continuously, missed lost opposite images, carried on life's mission...

They found partners, mothered offsprings,
whenever saw them playing, remembered their own springs...
They laughed together again and forgot the scarred past,
fate made them different, faith stringed them again fast...

One thing that they both were, women and mothers,
one thing which isn't ruled by achievements or others...
One thing they have found in themselves,
a part of each other, always gave them magic of elves...