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My Happiness

 She's cute,

She's funny,

She makes my days

Sunny

She's pretty,

She's smart,

My anger she will

Thwart.


She's here to joke around with you

There's no exact way to describe her unique hue

She's here to make sure you laugh all day

She's here to share fun while you play.


She's as cool as a cucumber,

Never as cold as December.

She's as bright as a button,

Here to let sunshine flow through curtains.


She lights the night

Gives one whack to fright

She's here to laugh at you 

But make sure you laugh too!


Who is she?

My twin (Satvika!^^) and yes,

I love her immeasurably,

And she will always be the best of best.

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  1. Shyamala NMay 24, 2024 at 10:06 PM

    Awwww!! What a sweet poem you’ve written for your friend , Shriyan!!! ❤️❤️❤️ It was purely fate and destiny that put you both in each other’s path!! I have not seen a more giggly pair of girls than you both ! I know it’s too early for you to understand this , but good friends have a major responsibility towards the each other - to unconditionally support each other but at the same time voice out if the other is treading on the wrong path. I really hope and pray that you both continue being the best of friends and each other’s support system all through your life !
    By the way , I think I owe it completely to your friendship that I stumbled upon my ‘forever friend’! Cheers to you girls !!

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