Girl with a golden heart,
Thinks she is very smart.
You don’t agree she is right,
Get ready, she will fight.
She has a world of imagination,
Which she debates is illustration.
Word “no” you can’t really afford,
She believes she is god.
When she starts throwing tantrum,
It becomes impossible for the eardrum.
When she expresses you a desire,
She can be more stubborn than fire.
But she is as pure as the dew,
She has never been untrue.
And when I am in despair,
Even in her silence I feel care.
Guide of my life; its way, its direction,
Sneha is the name; which means affection.
The thought of losing her; brings me fear
Survival will be difficult, impossible without her
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