by Alka pal

She is not my real sister
Nor found her on twitter.

She met me in an institution
And got an intuition
She taught me English
Which I never relish.

After some days she started teaching me sociology
Since she then became my ideology
In the meantime we became good friends
Then she was both my start and end.

I called her sister
Became happy and showed blister.

Like this our relation stretched
For relations there is no occasion or trend.

Now people know her as my adopted mother
And I don't care of the mindset of another
I love her the most
And have faith utmost.

She slaps me on my mistakes
and she is the who bakes my cakes.

I share all my grief
She handle it softly and sweet.

She is an advocate by profession
And live in a tashan.

She keeps slapping guys
So no guy ever tries
She is the best human I've met
In my life, I have her threat.

I fight
Then hug her tight.

I love u vaishali sista
Please Please find some Mr.
Find some handsome man.
of whom I can become a fan....

your child cum sista ... I love u di

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