Our Sister, our dream

Naughty to the rim
Sweetest to the core
But never a wimp
Making everyone wish for more

Her curly black hair
Takes a look of a dark mare
Smile of hers is a ray
That sends sorrow a mile away

Never been bad
For sure is mad
Helpful in ways she could
For sure is a nice kid

Not with a striking resemblance
But is my mirage
Like the fingers of my hand
Forms a part of my life

Though her heart is fluffy
She is a little gypsy
Says the little brother, oh! You pester!
That will never turn to fester

Live our childhood with her
To the memories we admire
Time flies but never she from our heart
For she is our little sister




Poetry by Devi Sivaraman
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Written on 2018-07-26 at 19:00

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