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Twarita...


Dashing and glamorous is this persona...
I met this charming girl in VITA...

Caring yet carefree in her action...
Such is this sweet scorpion...

A caring sister she is to me...
Always ready for a shopping spree...

She has her own fashion statement...
And with ease she keeps it constant...

Selfies is what she takes every time...
Now she smiles after reading my rhyme...

I still remember the prank on April Fool's Day...
I fear she'll take the revenge someday...

If she sang, she would have been a diva...
None the less she my beautiful best friend Twarita...

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Abhishek Gorale

A software engineer by profession and a curious blogger by will. An ambivert who balances his creative and geeky sides.


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