Rotary competition poem

 

HEAT OF THE COMPETITION 

Amidst the fiery flames of the stove 

The rythmatic chopping of fresh ginger 

I walked around in anxiousness 

Is this enough for me to win? 

Looking around I realize                 

Talent is all around me  

Within me hope slowly dies 

But I present the food 

To the best of my ability 

I pass one plate to the judges  

And one outside in the hall 

A minute later 

People were around my table 

Like bees swarming around honey 

I heard a woman say-“she deserved to win…” 

In utter confusion and extreme joy 

I hugged my mom and Miss Roberts  

Yes, I have participated in the district rotary competition  

And victory was mine 

                                                                                                                                                                                    By: Sahana

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