My niece
My little lovely brat,
Sits on the brother’s mat.
When she talks,
She talks about a cat.
She is fun girl,
She is witty.
Like popular comedians,
In our city.
Seconds she needs to make a rhyme,
Without pen and even without pencil.
But if anyone says to do the same,
The very moment all she cancels.
Such a cute,
Much an angel.
Enough she is smart,
Can write a Rapunzel.
Fairy is she,
Who lives on the earth.
A glimpse of her,
Makes your day worth.
Science is her favourite,
But she is a rhyme girl.
Whenever I got jammed,
She causes to furl.
She is fashionable,
She is amiable.
Such is she liable,
That corrects all our syllables.
Her love is mother,
Father and brother.
Rest of all come after,
Along with “rather”
Dancing delves her divine,
And she becomes mine.
She makes us elated,
We are of good fated.
She is a princess,
She has a team.
She is like first rain,
She is the Sunbeam.
Dubeydelhi 
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