Its proof of her love and affection,
Its purest heart to heart connection,
Its her apology letter of all her mischiefs,
Its a plant of blessy leaves.
Never ever do her a bilk,
coz its not just a thread of silk.
Its an evidence of how awesome those days were,
those cushion fights at nights of winter and summer.
Its also reminder of our duties towards her,
to protect her from each devil eye at present and in future.
She is our sister, friend and Ilk,
so mind it its not just a thread of silk
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