Why this blog?

The nascent and fresh minds of students are so creatively inclined that they have the ability to bring into being a universe of their own. They are little tyros who would, with time, unfold into verves, momentum or sensations of various creative dimensions. A chalk sculptor, a clay artist, an amateur painter of Madhubani, Warli, a dabbler of still life, a budding poet, a tenderfoot writer or a fledgling lyricist – one gets all varieties of creatively-aligned students covered in a seemingly dilettantish peel. We at Shishukunj aspire to provide a humble platform to all such potentials to smatter around and mature into the perfection that they are seeking to epitomize or become! This blog is thus an endeavor that would allow all Shishyans to just play around with their latent artistic caliber and enjoy the bliss of a “BRAVO” from known and unknown quarters.

Friday, November 24, 2017

The Old Woman

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.

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