VIOLET GRAPE PURPLE ENVELOPE

 

A little one, bright and true,
A topper in studies, talents too.
On stage a star, in play a spark,
Running and jumping from dawn till dark.

Her dream was tall, her steps so fleet,
Grandfather said, “An athlete to beat!”
Like P. T. Usha she longed to be,
Strong as the wind, forever free.

Friendly in heart, with hands open wide,
Inviting her friends to laugh by her side.
Snacks and tea, a joyful spree,
Moments of love in simple glee.

The postman’s knock—she’d run with cheer,
Letters for family, she’d hold them near.
She never opened, for well she knew,
Each word was personal, each line was true.

She carried replies with careful pride,
Dropping them neatly in the box outside.
Yet in her heart a wish did stay,
For pen friends she had read of one day.

Then autumn came with surprise so sweet,
A violet grape purple envelope neat.
On Children’s Day, her name it bore,
A gift of love she had longed for.

From a family friend, a teacher kind,
Who carried blessings in heart and mind.
A greeting card, with wishes deep,
And a hundred rupees for her to keep.

A message of hope, of love, of cheer,
For a bright, long, intellectual year.
That violet grape purple envelope rare,
Became her treasure beyond compare.