Sara here, friends! 13 year old Prisha Bhatt from Kolkata sends us such a beautiful poem about what makes up the best memories, far from the gadgets and the internet.
Memories: Read Poem with Sara
Why do I grow older everyday? Why not younger?
I wish I could grow happier and merrier.
Attention was all I needed, along with love,
All I love is black and white, but pink remains favourite,
Heard familiar words like Jack and Jill, instead of gaming gadgets.
Memories are those left behind,
No more was I of the same kind.