One is a treasure of things pragmatic
Other a treasure of feelings dramatic
Both resulting in conditions chaotic
Each having its peculiar characteristic.
The siblings are consanguineous
Both of them equally notorious
One directing activities multifarious
While the other always gregarious.
They keep quarrelling over a petty thing
Uncoordinated in every setting
Always leading at the wrong timing
In the end both suffering.
With them life's a rollercoaster
Each one forming bends more curvier
Nothing less than a thriller
A paradox them being our pillar.
How do I handle these chaotic siblings
Both playing all kind of treacherous tricks The only way out is to pull the strings
To turn them into harmonious twins.
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PoetryWords hurt it is said But for me they are an elixir I string those words together to create A healing potion called poetry... Let's heal together and do this thing called life 🌻
