Himani a Helping Hand
Wearing a beautiful girdle
Treating digging a hill a doddle
And still see, remains fettle;
Eats grapes or pineapple,
Of keeping records capable.
Her work unexplainable;
Devotion makes a castle
Removes all sort of cattle
And forms school’s title.
All for her is easily possible;
But doesn’t care boodle.
Carry her things in duffle
Needs things very little.
With her I never chuckle;
Supported me in my brittle.
We never saw her baffle
Always she created a circle
Of good friends with chortle.
Smile always like a gaggle,
Let enemies on you giggle.
Copyright © Sanket Jain | Year Posted 2017
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