My younger sister
looks like an angel.
She appears pretty
in her bangles.
I take her into my lap.
And feel happy
to touch her cap
While sleeping,
she looks a fairy.
Looking at her,
I feel merry.
I wish that
she walks.
I wait for the day,
when we shall talk.

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