HEY SIS…

The first time I loved some crying

Was that of a sweet little girl

She didn’t have a name to call

But for me she was very special.

As she grew up she was pampered

All her demands were met

She cried for ‘ice cream’ at mid night

And all those things I won’t forget.

She had more than existing emotions

As she checked them out in mirror

She’d cry at the sight of clowns

And laugh at the scenes of horror.

She was sweet and cute, ’no reason’

With a lucid angel smile

Anyone who met her by the by

Just forgot his worries awhile.

And now that she has grown up

To stand by my side as a friend

‘This is the same little girl? ‘

Seems hard to comprehend .

She, my SIS is one in all

My pal, strength, my secret diary

I didn’t even realize when it happened

That my angel turned out into a ‘Fairy’.

Shahism…