Khushi

When I first saw her, I loved her
Her cheeks were red and complexion fair
She was little then, learning to walk
She fell often, I ran to her rescue
She called me 'didi', I loved her more.

She misses me when I am away
She kisses me when I am back
She learns to speak, my delight at each word.
I teach her to dance, she copies
I dress her, she looks in the mirror.
I look forward to go home
Today we will play 'budhu'
She will greet me with delight
Khushi, my little sister-the joy of life!