but she is not a mother.
Is she a friend?
No, she is nice like a friend,
but she is not a friend.
Is she an Angel?
No, she looks like an Angel,
but she is not an Angel.
With Angel’s like look
helping a child to cross a broken bridge
putting her life at risk,
she is a shadow of child’s mother,
she is the soul of friendship,
she is incarnation of an Angel,
she is an elder sister!
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