The big man thought of a master plan one sunday afternoon
He saw two souls sitting alone, both had been touched with gloom
He waltzed over to them and carefully observed
One was outgoing, the other nervous and reserved
As he examined, a spark went off in his mind
And he grabbed all of the ambition and intelligence he could find
He put those qualities in a bowl, along with some others
The pair would be funny, beautiful, and they’d both have brothers
One had the the power to create symphonies with the sound of just one note
The other could captivate anyone with anything that she wrote
The big man smiled with joy and after the souls were completed
He created a few disasters to teach them lessons that were needed
As others watched what he created they worried he was being too tough
But the big man replied, “in order to be great, their lives must first be rough”
When everything was done, he planned two births,
He would do everything he can to make sure these souls met on earth
With the flick of a wrist he sent the first one down
The other followed five months later, and the man started the countdown
He counted down until the two would meet
Because he knew together they would never face defeat
And when they finally meant, they had instant chemistry
That’s all because their friendship was destiny
Sheetal Tadiparty
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