A paraphrase by an Applet, on her meeting with Sir Milkha Singh. A Poem, by Kiah Mody, grade-6 It just happened with a snip of a notice. I know he is the pride of India, just as the lotus. How are you so fit? Do you know how to knit? Oh! Not the clothes, but the handwork you did. You asked everyone, who wants to become like me? Everybody raised their hand. You said you just need to run and practice on a piece of land. Let there be went sand, But sir you will be happy to know, That soon one child has become the second one, One Sir Milkha Singh and again another one. Hmmm… I realized now, it’s time for bed, But do not worry sir; I will keep all the memories in my head. Even if I can keeping the pen down, But the day of achievement will be full of fun, fun and fun.
Jan 08, 2015