by Shivam Dubey (Ahmedabad, Gujarat, India)
With the break of Dawn,She wakes up;Time for her praisings,Along with Tea's cup. She stands up from the bed,Rubbing her eyes so hard;Wants herself to be praised,As she's a queen brightly starred. Now it comes the afternoon,The time for her lunch;Along with the food,She wants flower in a bunch. After lunch she plansto go to sleep again,Time for me to praiseAnd behave Insane. Though the evening comes,still she is all fresh,I should not make her angry,Or there will be a huge clash. She looks so cute,While sleeping at night;My sweet friend is great,And with her I should not Fight.
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