Lekhny composition -06-Nov-2022

Satyam Tiwari

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Lekhny composition -06-Nov-2022

My elder sister is a magic that performs miracles.

She is a clay that moulds herself into my mother when I grow weak and weep.

She moulds herself into a friend whenever I share a secret code or defeat me in badminton.

She moulds herself into a cloud that give relief by becoming hat for hard sun struggle.

She moulds herself into mother that walks miles barefoot for my speedy recovery and

Lemme sleep in a peaceful , warmth lap of her.

Younger sister is like a weather that sometimes Is sweet and adorable or chilly and cold sometimes.

When ever I play with her and she gets the L by her efforts, she whimper.

A lot , crying out loud breaking the glass , finally let her go and win.

Sometimes she wear glasses and in a blu moon would give advice or knowledgeable.

That could change the path , save me from thorn and unknown wild.

Sometimes becoming so weak and soft just to be treated like princess and telling

Indirectly that its not weak to ask for help or leaping and holding of strong hands for help.

But having a sister is like drowning in lots of love and pressure.

That treat you good according to work but with love if you respond the love sometimes.

That could see behind your facial mask and support you in every wrong or right path.

She becomes the second mother and spoil and pampers her brother full time..

Sister are like lucky charm that opens door and believe and help to climb all goals.

Have a smooth life and sister themselves hide several pain but she erases my pain.

Always love and hugs and protect and guide me for life the second mother and best friend.