Author: Navisha Gupta, Class VIII G
I started my journey being drawn out from an ATM,
a fresh, crisp note of 500 I was back then.
I was accompanied by two more similar ones,
we were gently pulled out, and the job was done!
We three looked forward to a journey, one of a kind,
but little did we know of the ups and downs in life we’d find!
On the way home, I heard an old man say
“Don’t forget to give me 500 for the purchase!”
Before I could comprehend what was going on,
I was handed to the man, and my previous owner was gone!
I was stuffed in a pocket with those who called themselves ‘coins’,
and was ever so surprised with the shape of the ones I’d joined!
In that suffocating pocket, I lost my satisfying smell,
also, I got rather crumpled and torn. Oh well!
The next day that man was cycling to his shop,
and didn’t even notice the note of 500 he’d dropped.
Then I was lying on the road, next to a puddle,
I was fed up! It was such a nasty muddle…
A few minutes later, a little girl picked me up from that place,
she too looked astonished to see all the dirt on my face!
After that, the child quickly handed me to her mother,
and she was so gentle with me, better than any other!
She put me in a pink purse with a lot more cash,
and between all the new notes I felt rather like trash!
Passed a few hours and once again to my sorrow,
my owner was being changed-I was being borrowed!
I know, by now you must really be pitying me,
but let me tell you, I was in the same hands as I’d first been!
“Whew!” for the first time I sighed in relief,
I felt that this was the end of my grief!
But then, my oldest pals joined in and said,
“After all this, don’t expect good luck, my friend!”
