Author: Shreyasi Chelawat, Class VII G
Some person once asked,
“Who spun wisps of wool,
Bleeding but breathing
To create thou?
I replied to that someone,
“Where chimes ring, one-by-one,
One who draws up water each day,
To turn into gold, one fine day.”
He desperately waited, and then again asked,
“Who is it that lay in the heat to bask,
But in the scorching heat of the sun,
Did it not cause a single burn?”
I replied to that someone,
“If solemn work dignifies,
Then no, it does not minimise,
For it never disrupts belief or hard work,
And when tries, always fails to lurk.”
The hero of my story was that one,
To whom the listener referred to as ‘someone’,
Inspired by whom others take notes,
Work harder, do better, and write quotes.
‘Motherhood’, she calls it;
For which one needs grit,
All mothers, a great inspiration,
Seeing whom, others dream of aspiration.
