When the whole world is asleep
She knocks at my door
No matter how much I give
She always asks for more

Her days are spent with books
Numbers play in her head
And so to remove her frustration
She pulls me out of my bed

She troubles me a lot
Yet I keep answering her knocks
Coz I like to see the smile on her face
Irrespective of the time on that clock

She wants my words to help her sleep
She wants my words to wake her up
She wants them to be her blanket of dreams
And in the morning, her steaming tea cup

She's a cute little girl
A bit greedy at times
Who uses her charms
To make me write this rhymes

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"Whatever be your reason, keep rhyming."