Riddhi Singhania, Class X D
The day was dark
No sound of any lark
I was passing through a meadow
When suddenly I saw a hut
But its door was shut
So I peeped through its window.
I saw a woman
An old woman
Sitting on a wobbly chair
She was knitting, knitting,
And knitting
And for nothing else she did care.
Her face was wrinkled, hair all grey,
She was knitting and knitting
As if waiting for May.
When she would meet her grandchildren,
Give them presents
And cheer all day.
The sky grew black
And I heard a crack.
The old lady opened the door
And a wide smile she wore.
She gave me a present in a box
And I saw they were a pair of socks!
She pressed the box against my hands
And I couldn’t refuse her
And just said thanks.
She smiled again
And I smiled at her
And I started off for home
Carrying an affectionate feeling throughout the roam.
