My Sister

My Sister long poem

Uploaded by Darshi Shah

There is a woman I love, I call her my sister
We spent only two years, little time together
Yet, as the time passed we grew closer

On the first day in hostel, a late night conversation
Soon turned into an everyday session
That included foolish talks
As well as intellectual discourse

We shared stories
Of our childhood and friends
And dreams and past events

Each day, our small gestures
Brought us closer
Starting from sharing the delicious pastry
To each other’s clothes and jewelry

I remember,
Those long boring nights
When we studied together
Without blinking our eyes

I treasure those times,
Those mini celebrations of chocolate pastries
And those weekends which were shopping sprees

She calls me her little sister
And I respect her like my elder sister
I always ran to her when I was lost
To seek her guidance and support

Our journey was not completely smooth but a bumpy ride
No matter what we tried
We laughed, argued, fought and cried
Only to welcome each other with arms open wide

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