'Ni podi kazhuthe', yelled I many times
But not my heart for any crimes
She did and does
Got she something to fuss
Every time I do this and that
Scratch you, if I were a cat
Punch you, if I were strong
Wait, says my heart 'its wrong'
'After all she is your little sis
Brat indeed, yet your own soul, 'miss-
you', you`ll utter when she is far away'.
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