My Angel.~by Lopamudra Mishra

 

 

My Angel.

We both measured our height,
Our images on mirror reflects the difference slight,
My dearie crossed my height,
Looking very beautiful and cheeks blushing with crimson bright,
Her strands shavvy ,looks weird to me ,while for her every odd is style,
With her uncombed hair ,she feels proud,
As she thinks her style is talk in crowd,
A good speaker in every way,whether in argument or in college play,
Papa’s darling thinks me bully ,
At times quarrels,at times fills the home with laughter trolly,
I say her to control her tongue ,but it wags infront of me more,
Loves to sleep late as her day begins with a high pitch of papa’s rage,
Grumbles every time if her demands kept pending to fufill later stage,
She is my critic,admirer,friend,and inspirator,
Always my best wellwisher.to whom I rely more,
I am a proud mother of her ,
I love her more than me .