When I was nine,
I wrote a poem which didn't sound fine.
Went to mom with a smile,
and was advised to do better next time.
Days passed by,
I came up with another rhyme.
It all sounded fine
but people didn't believe that it's mine.
Heartbroken I was that time,
but still wanted to be in that line.
Today, my age has been added by another nine,
and all my works do satisfy making my face shine.
However, there's only one reason behind this smile,
and that's because people now know these lines are all mine.