A poem written by my younger sister Shikha Dahiya on 15th May 2011 when she was in class 9th. This poem won First Prize in 2 National level competitions.
"First I was just a ball of clay,
Then the potter placed me on the wheel, one day.
Round I go, round I go,
The extra clay fell on his toe.
The shape of a tea cup he began to create,
Along with the saucer, that had to be my mate.
He left us to dry, until we turned green,
And made a handle for me, that mean,
After we were painted and sent to the market,
A lady bought us, we were happy not to be parted.
As she reached home, she called her son,
"Hey naughty boy! Place this cup in the kitchen"
We slipped from his hands, as he was busy eating jelly,
We broke into pieces and that was the 'end of my life in Delhi' "
Author: Shikha Dahiya
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