Her prize possession
She never forgets
Her blue frock
Do not give it to anybody
She often tells
She was six years old
When I had bought
Presented to her
On her birthday
She liked it on the first sight
Thanked me a thousand times
Insisted on wearing it
The very night
It became her favorite dress
For every function
She would prefer that
Cried if told to
Choose from the rest
She wore it the most
It fitted her best
Stopped wearing it
When it didn’t fit
It was a treasure
Her prize possession
I can understand
Her love for the frock
It brought her childhood
Back
poem by Nirantar Dr.Rajendra Tela
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