THE BIRTHDAY SURPRISE

What a Surprise!

 

I received many gifts on my birthday

 And loved them all

 But one of them 

Gave me a shock

 

A packet of fragrance

 and colors so dark

It made me sad

 it dulled my spark

 

Whoever gives

A thing of this sort!

Perhaps hasn’t put in

The correct thought

 

I was bewildered

 Who would give such a thing to a child? 

 Made me feel bad

It made me wild!

 

I didn’t even know what it was 

So I went up to my mom and asked 

“What is this boring toy?”

“It’s potpourri, my boy”

 

Perhaps I could have got something better

Maybe a t shirt or a sweater

I didn’t use it; I kept it a side 

I gave it to my aunt and played with toys I liked

 

 

By Ananmay Agarwal

Comments

  1. LittlestorybykJune 17, 2020 at 6:26 AM

    I like the way you’ve expressed your feelings through poem, keep it up

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  2. PICTURE PERFECTJune 17, 2020 at 7:03 AM

    Wow Amazing blog best blog I have ever seen

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  3. PICTURE PERFECTJune 17, 2020 at 7:03 AM

    W😍W

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  4. PICTURE PERFECTJune 17, 2020 at 7:04 AM

    Poem are amazing

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  5. UnknownJune 17, 2020 at 7:45 AM

    Great attempt Ananmay👌

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  6. UmaJune 17, 2020 at 9:20 PM

    Anu my story teller now a poet . Great going anu �� all the best

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  7. UnknownJuly 7, 2020 at 7:19 PM

    Hahahaha.... I am intrigued who gave u that gift??
    Potpourri is a medley of feelings...
    The toys and t-shirts you will play and give away,
    But the feelings and the fragrance of love will always stay.
    I am sure whoever gave you that wants you to remember them with every fragrant breath you take!!

    Amazing work.... Keep writing

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