'My Sis...' Poem by M.p kumawat

Thou daughter of God
akin a mild pristine pod
A blessed lass from the
land of fairies like enigma conifer.
Steeped with playfulness, spontaneity
and kindness as scare as hen's teeth
cherry picked by almighty.
Once harsh and then congenial
I miss those sweet scuffle, It
feel me in bower like cologne in flower.
A Vesper is there, anon evening
shall be here. Oh! Aurora hold on
in thy class that stops the hour glass.
I seek thy heavenly sight which
brings me light.