Surprise Gift Poem by Nalini Jyotsana Chaturvedi

I was never thought of
as a person of many words
Neither ever considered
a respectable nerd
But life just pushed me around
so much
that one day I found myself
fallen badly in the dirt.
It was funny as can be
for I had bump on my head
as I landed from a tree
That was the day
my malady did start
of penning these verses
wonder how long will it last.
This synchronicity of thoughts
that makes me write away
Is something that I lack
dealing with reality per se.
Is it my alter ego
my evil twin at work.
Do I have split personality
that no one has ever heard?