Balloon Seller

Standing on footpath

In all seasons,

That tender aged boy sells

Rainbow colored balloons

And spreads colors of

Merriment all round.

Kids jump and dance

Holding balloons in hands

Balloons tempt him too.

But will he be ever able

To afford one for himself?

Poverty is a curse

Shatters rainbow dreams

Too taxing on his purse.

Has to save

Penny by penny

To manage

Medicine for ailing mother

A cup of milk for his

Younger sibling

Pondering over all this.

I buy a balloon from him

And give him as a gift.

The glow of happiness

On his innocent face

Fetches merry colors

Of solace for me.