Little Sister

Little sister, Little sister,

how naughty you have been?

You ate my pie, you ate my cake;

how can you be that much mean?

On my birthday, you wish me first,

take us out to get me some dress.

We shop; we shop and shop till we gust;

only you get a dress and put me distress.

I get a chance to show my wit,

you join me, like always for fun;

I win the price for being the best.

you take it away, as I stand with the rest.

I hate you to core and hate you some more,

given a choice I would hate you even more;

But don’t know why, I always define,
hate to be... “love you more”.

In my next life, if god gives me voice,

to choose to be with people of my choice;

I would still choose you to be my sister,

coz, if not for you, whom would I pester.

 - Pavan Kumar Venugopal