Invisible Magnitude Of Revenge Poem by Susan T. Aparejo

Her mask of purity is unquestioned,
Her model is in great proportion,
Her voice is the echo of solitude,
As stated in the Beatitude.

My sister, my planner, my helper,
How could she plan as a the doer? ,
We have shared the time ever,
Only to find we take the road never!

Life is not unfair,
It brings me in a secret lair,
to find the mystery of a great pretender,
that's none other but my half sister.

Time can't still bury the time of Hitler,
Many of them called as preachers,
Bring a torch for peace as a teacher,
but how can I forgive my dearest sister?
For being the discreet snatcher,
of my happiest time ever!