My dearest sister,
She is the home minister.
She loves history,
But she can't solve and Scooby-doo mystery.
She is my dearest sister,
And she loves to speak tongue twister.
She is sacred of mice,
But she eats all my rice.
She loves to dance,
She is my sister luck by chance.
She loves me a lot,
And I love her too.
Mridula Gupta
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-dearest-sister-2/
