Twin(Poem) ;

It was mid, it was dusk.

When the time was being lusk.

Then entered there a clever cricket.

While the honeybee was about to exit.

At a point, they met a junction.

And witnessed a catastrophic function.

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The bee said, why so late?

Cricket said, Not your mate!

For they both were from different shifts.

They had their falls, had their lifts.

And then started a dialogue.

Who knew, this could prolong.

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Before, the bee could say, cricket posed.

Why at night, you're always closed?

Why not check the unexposed?

Why always are you controlled?

Why not try to unfold the fold?

Why always cover the untold?

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After that the bee replied.

Having a tone with some pride.

My kind is revolutionized.

We never return unsatisfied.

The day is always oversupplied.

With life, with light, all magnified.

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Cricket then said you can't get all.

For it's all dark after the sunfall.

Bee answers my share is not small.

For in the daylight, trees grow tall.

Cricket said I have a wonderful call.

For nyctophiles, there's beauty stall.

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Before anymore, I stroll in.

And say, my friend, the difference is thin.

Everything has a twin.

With a slight change of a pin.

If you be kind to all you kin.

It would be a win-win.

Background;

I was thinking, that each one of us is different. And we rate things based on what we think are the pros and cons. Small changes result in huge differences. Why not try thinking about what's out of the box, what could it be from another angle? And try to figure out why things are the way they are.