To the 10-year-old Mananya,

I’m forever grateful to that 10-year-old little girl who chose,

To pick a pen over a barbie doll and believed she could compose.

Whose face lit up with joy when a pair of words she could rhyme,

And while scribbling away in her sequined diary lost track of time.

Who decided to question and do much more than just listen quietly,

And penned down every raging thought, every untold story defiantly.

Who promptly declared with a half-toothed smile that her hobby

was writing; for it made her way beyond just happy, you see.

Who enjoyed playing with words and not just toys galore,

And the gripping literary world she resolved to explore.

Who wrote about everything under the sun and up above too,

 And decided she would be a writer known through and through

I’m forever grateful to that 10-year-old little girl who chose to write,

Who molded my present and gifted me a new lease of life overnight.

P.S- Happy World Poetry Day : )