At dawn, one day in December

I look and look,

Its just as orange

As I colored

It with my wax
crayons

As a child;

I got a zero for my drawing!

Baffled,

It rankled, until

Today, on cold December,

As we are the only two up,

I realise,

with glee

My teacher had never seen

The Sun rise,

And dawn light!

I look it in the eye

And triumphantly smile!

Rahul Aithal
Things seen as a child are so pure. Nice write.

Sandra Martyres
I enjoyed this write Mamta - it is true that in our childhood we were blessed with the most unimaginative teachers!! I can really relate to this write...

PrEmJi PrEmJi
precious things in life are unseen most of the times!

LightH2O
Sweet poem, poor teacher was color blind.

Debs
Beautiful and innocent writing Mamta.

Kesav V Easwaran
You and the dawn are on the rise! Nice imagery the 'orange zero' provides...delightful write, Mamta

rema renjini nair
so innocently purely said cheers to this verse

nimal p. dunuhinga
I love this pastel drawing!