Women Who Brought Happiness
Sister,
With whom I have grown,
Fighting for a small needless due,
With whom this crew is actually crew,
Nice to know that she is you.
My best friend,
Not more steps we had walked,
But still more gossips we have talked.
Childhood memories remind me a lot,
She is the person, whom I can't block.
Love,
If I would die then she might die,
She is the one who has made me to fly.
From the birth whom I can call mine,
There is no word in which Mom is defined!
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