Sitting on mumma's lap
Near, a new baby taking a nap
she got up, screaming,tears rolling down her eye
"Mumma why does she always cry?"
"She needs to be on mumma's lap too...
but mumma is one how can she handle you two?"
being a girl of four, yet i got up and told
"She is small, give her a hold"
She was three still i fed her with my hand
combed her hair and tied it with a band
naturally as the time flew
the differences between us indeed grew
She is left then i m right
we can't live without a fight
but dare someone say anything against one of us
"I will kill you" the other's reaction would be spontaneous
She was my toy, my first living doll
but that's not all
"Mom loves me more than you...
Believe it or not... its TRUE!"
Before it's too late, grow up my child
The world is not meant for innocent and kind
This is the last piece of advise
"Never be adamant for anything", if you are wise
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