The World

You came to my custody as a two solar days old cutey.

When I discovered you animating alone curiously,

I interpreted that you are my clone crony.

We grew together acting prankish complaints,

Heading for the hills, on dad's ire, with connivance.

You protected our menage cooly

Perhaps it is in your gene, committedness.

Paradoxically, our family's sprightliness complied

Your spirit constantly.

We consumed, slumbered, basked and cried in Concert

But you alone conked

On the spur of the moment,leaving me crazy.

That decade of your chronicle,

Is recorded in my mind ceaselessly

As the best comrade and concluded.