My strength, my sister

When I was born for her,
she behave like a clown for me.
When I was a girl who can step forward,
she was a hand for me.
When I started to use a pencil,
she was a brain for me.
When I got uphills in my life,
she stood like a shaft for me.
She is none other but my kin,
she is my friend I help, a hope and a path for me.
She is like a carnation of my heart,
Whose glorious colours are always blooming in my soul.
She is persecuted by God specially for me,
To make me a person of intellectual qualities.

Vidushi Singh
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