A challenge by Namrata

I knew it. At once people wont see me as a poet. And today one unfaithful reader (Namrata) of my poems doubted my ability and eventually asked that if I were a real poet. To judge my dexterity I was given a task - I had to describe Apeksha's (a classmate) pencil-box in 10-15 lined verse in 5 min. Wasn't it pretty simple? I did it in a quite farcical manner to shut Namrata up forever. But she isn't so complacent (giggle) that she'll pass me with only one challenge. My poem went like this...

I got the challenge of my life,
To comment on an inanimated object
And she thought for such a trifling thing I'll strife?

It reflected the colour of the sky,
Had borders of those pigments that
Indians use in their dye.

Pyramid-like beads,
Made a weird design on the box,
And looked exactly like seeded weeds.

The object had a cavity
To keep pencils, pens and et-cetra
Which had its own distinguished vanity.

I hope you've got that the object was a box
And yea, this poem proves nothing
Other than in every field Shobhit rocks!

WiNk*

I guess this was sufficient enough to get a 'not bad' from Namrata...so, I got it.... poor girl....