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Poetry

My beloved sister

Mansi Dixit

Hiding along the castle,
She managed to run from everyone’s gaze.
My dear beloved sister kept a secret
In this castle’s maze.

My sincere handsome sister
Used to play with dolls and pray at night.
Some different symbols filled her room;
Whispering long chants that I couldn’t recite.

A shadow walked behind her;
Every time she walks.
And somehow every day at midnight
She would manage to stop the clocks.
Wearing white dresses and tangled hair,
She looked with fierce white eyes.
Playing in the garden for hours and hours,
Tearing off the wings of butterflies.

Dark eerie music used to play in the background;
Whenever she sang a specific tune.
Rumored to be a lunatic just because-
She was born during the blood-red moon.

She said she wanted to be happy,
So she gave away her soul;
A ritual, a sacrifice;
“All the red desired needs to be filled in a bowl”

When I told my mother about her behavior,
She screamed with eyes filled with tears.
It happened to what she feared. “Oh, my darling son!”
“Your sister has been dead for years!”

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