Author: Jenil Chudgar, Class VIII G
Slant down the snowy sward,
Binya ran forward,
Calling the names of the beaut cattle,
while her intellect was unsettled.
Three strangers sitting fit,
beyond the meadows of snowy wit.
Dumbfounded by the smiling beauty,
actually it’s just a silly blue parasol of great money.
The parasol was blue, silky and dainty,
there stood Binya giving them her lucky claw in the sunny.
In turn she got the parasol that she fancy,
She came anon to a shop to buy toffee with her only penny.
The owner of the shop, was an old man who worked sometime,
his name was Ram Bharosa and he belonged to the bygone time.
The old man got enticed to the silly thing,
its presence made him feel like the king.
He appointed Rajaram to carry out the task.
Rajaram seized the priceless entity.
And started running, only relying on destiny,
as speed was his only ask.
But Bijju, her brother, caught up to the run.
Rajaram had might, but Bijju still won.
When the villagers got to know,
Ram Bharosa sat in his shop gazing the meadow.
Looking at his pathetic plight,
Binya came to his shop with all her might.
Leaving the parasol there inside.
for the old man to find.
Ram Bharosa rushed outside,
to return the parasol for he decide.
In that moment alone,
it belonged to both of them as shown.
