That’s My Sis!!!

Thats My Sis!!! short poem

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As the line reads,
“A friend in need is a friend indeed.”
I remember when we both were kids
You tried to fulfill all my needs.

It didn’t take much time to recall,
You stood by me and saved me from all.
whether it be tripping over a ball;
Or my mom’s thundering call.

It’s said people change with seasons
But for you… I find no reason.
We still call each other crazy names
Or play together some stupid games.

You always draw a positive conclusion
To each of my stupid illusion.
Even though I’m always confused, complicated
You never make me feel under-rated.

Blessed I am with a sis beautiful and wise
A friend, philosopher, guide in disguise.
No-one in the world will I ever miss
Forever by my side I’ve the world’s best sis!!!

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Resident of Goa. Am an Arts graduate. Working in a Real Estate Company as a Personal Secretary. Love reading love stories. Am sweet to people I like and bad to people I hate...A mirror of your actions
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