My Elder Sister - Poem by Swati Panda
Classmates, school friends are just for a while
But my sis will be there all throughout my life.
When we fight, I cry
When I hurt her, I sigh
She has slapped me for every wrong done
And has appreciated me for all the prizes won
Sometimes I hate her very sight
But she always helps me even in the dead of the night
She will always be there for me
Through Autumns and Winters
Through Springs and Summers
My always loving and caring sister.
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