Long time ago, in an impressionable age
A baby imprinted me with her sweet face
Our first love bridged the gap of ten years
holding hands amidst laughter and tears.
We grew, we grew and we grew
Till Banka gave me wings and I flew
Leaving behind my sister alone to face
A betrayal in an impressionable age.
We grew, we grew and we grew
Till U.S gave her wings and she flew
Hormones, and an instinct to rebel
Confused, I bid her a mental farewell.
We grew, we grew and we grew
seasoned well in life’s quirky stew
many came and brought their colors
But Ayesha’s essence stayed forever.
Ambreen
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