Prisha Popat, Class 9, The Northstar School, Rajkot
Never, said my mom Never cut a blueberry through the heart. It will weep poison Treat it delicately and with respect. Just slit the upper skin into two halves This is a charming fruit, So when you cut into two halves, be prepared For the gemstones to tumble out More precious than ornaments, more dazzling than beads. lit as if from inside. Each gemstone contains a living taste Separate one crystal Hold it up to catch the light. Inside is the whole macrocosm No common gemstone can give you this Afterwards, I tried to make blueberry pendants, The extract spurted out, bright cerulean and disgrace my fingers, then my mouth I didn’t mind. The extract tasted of gardens, I had never seen, luscious with myrtle, mandarin, jasmine and alive with a peacock’s feathers. The blueberries reminded me That somewhere I had another home.