Butterfly...

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    When I was studying in 7th STD, my class teacher asked us to write any story or poem for the school magazine. Also said everyone should write it by their own. I was confused. I don’t know what to write. Rest of them were writing something. Nothing new came in my mind. I remembered a poem taught by my mother when I was very small. I decided to write that. I knew it was a small kid’s poem, but I decided to move on. Some of my classmates who saw this poem started to laugh. They started to make fun of me. I felt little embarrassed. I submitted the poem. I had a feeling that what others including teachers will think about me.

When we received the school magazine I was shocked to see my poem in it. Others were also surprised. It was very hard for me to believe it. From my class, only my article got published in the school magazine. Then teacher told us that I wrote it by my own. She also said some of them wrote Shelley’s and William Wordsworth's poem.

It was a proud moment. Those who made fun of me never dare to look at me. These are small small happiness in life. Thanks Amma for teaching me this poem.





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