My cutie sister

A naughty and a cutie girl,
always makes me a fun
for her quick acts and pacts,
I have to follow her and run.
She is the little sister of my own.

Beating and biting me often,
For small small events that happen
As she always feels ‘great!’
But I  have to keep my patience
And make my mind peace and set.

My pencils, erasers, books and copies
All she takes and plays
For which I can’t study
And run after her all the day.

All the chocolates and chips,
That father brings from market.
She comes fast and hide these all.
There is no chance to achieve my goal.

I play joke and fight,
With this cutiest girl with all right
That make my days fun and done.
She is my only sister,
That I love her and don’t feel alone.