My Soul Sista

She is not my real sister Nor found her on twitter. She met me in an institution And got an intuition She taught me English Which i never relish. After some days she started teaching me sociology Since she then became my ideology In the meantime we became good friends Then she was both my start and end. I called her sister Became happy and showed blister. Like this our relation stretched For relations there no occasion or trend. Now people know her as my adopted mother And i don't care of mindset of other I love her the most And have faith utmost. She slaps me on my mistake and she is the who bakes me a cake. I share all my grief She handle it softly and treat. She is an advocate by profession And lives in a tashan. She keep slapping guys So no guy ever try She is the best human i met In my life,i have her threat. I fight Then hug her tight. I love u vaishali sista Please Please find some Mr. Find some handsome man. of whom i can become a fan.... your child cum sista ... i love u di . BY ALKA PAL