A Purple Queen

She is so naughty,
If she smiles it seems pretty

When she walks on the meadow street,
The surrounding nature wants to do her tweet.

Once she was wearing a purple coloured shari,
The passers by started to make hurry;

She was wearing a necklace on her neck
Her silky hair was resting on her back.

She was holding a purple coloured bag,
Her legs were making zigzag,

She had put a small tip on her forehead
The photographers are running for their add.

If she gives a smile,
Someone's heart will be ready for exile.

This poem is about: 
My family
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