My Brother - Poem by Mridula Gupta
My brother is very sweet
Every Sunday we have a family meet.
He loves aloo
I don't think he is very chaloo.
He likes to drinks milk with honey
And he earns a good some of money.
This is all not funny
But he doesn't looks like a bunny.
He loves me a lot
And can even buy me a plot.
We go out on food fest
And I think he is the best.
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