Pink Poem by Gajanan Mishra

Pink,
This pale red colour
Is liked by
Aaeshanee, my grand-daughter.
And whenever and wherever
I find this colour pink,
I remember Aaeshanee.

Aaeshanee is with her
Father and mother
In the capital city
And reading there
Standard two.

How are you
At times especially
In the evening I asked
Aaeshanee by mobile phone
And she replied
She is in very good health.

At present she is learning
Opposite words.
At present in her school
Kendriya vidyalaya
She has secured first position
In debate and essays competition.

It is due to
The colour pink,
I think.