In this I am writing about an emotional bloom bud – my sister.

In the mornings of school days;

Each minute was sweeter than before,

As you come late to your primary grades;

With a remarkable pony on the sides of your blissful face.

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My sister! My sweet sister!

Now that our evening plays are done,

Feel the warmth; come forth and feel the sun.

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My sister! My sweet sister!

I rode my cycle till I felt you in the air;

On seeing you I left the cycle in despair.

We played together with sublime happiness,

I remember you me and malsi playing till the dusk.

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Then come, my Sister! Come play;

Let your hands engage in recreation at my place;

Come play Mario and duck hunt; few of your favourite games.

I won’t confiscate the joy stick you hold; I’ll snuggle close and watch you play.

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I went to a new place one fine day;

Since then we never spoke for half a decade I guess.

In the corridor of life we came together once again;

You were clad in the most beautiful, flowing silky reddish-maroon uniform.

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Some silent laws our heart made; we came together in a good pace.

Emotions got flooded, affection showered; relationship bloomed celestially.

Our hearts framed and measured by our souls.

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One fine day you became a crack jack,

I saw you in another world; which was suicidal-suicidal as the play days are over,

You have changed at my sight; I couldn’t believe what I am seeing through my eyes,

You are losing your mind; and I don’t think what you are doing is clever.

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Thou don’t know the profundity involved in the act of yours,

Consciously or unconsciously thou have indulged thyself in a hasty pace,

It remarkably distinguishes what thou were and what thou are.

I am consciously upset for what thee have done.

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Thou lovest is not sin but being a realist is clever at times.

My dear sister! My cute dear sister!

I don’t know how long I’ll be around; If I am I’ll do good.

My sister! My sweet sister! Take care.

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY