My Wish And Prayer
My Wish And Prayer




For not buying me my favourite doll
I felt sad and disinterested in all
All of a sudden, I was drawn to a melodious song
I looked around to see to whom this sweet voice belonged
On a little girl rested my gaze
In all probability, she was just my age
So crowded was the Sunday market
Yet I could not help observing the flower girl with a basket
The basket she held looked so neat
The flowers were decorated on a white sheet
Her attempts at selling flowers were obviously desperate
Is it destiny or just a matter of fate?
My parents feed me lunch and dinner
They think, else I might get thinner
Dear God! Please forgive me for this comparison
How could I thank you for giving me so much love and care?
So hard this small girl is trying to make the two ends meet
Polite or rude, she is least bothered by how the people treat
And as if accustomed to this all
In an age of playing with the dolls
Arranging the bouquets time and again
Dealing with customer hell-bent to bargain
Or some who say, “Oh what a nice child”
Under the sun she sits whether it is hot or mild
Finding a purchaser she had some hope finally
Running behind a few cars she disappeared quickly
Again about myself, I started thinking
So many ideas flashed on, that I stopped blinking
Earlier I was having sad thoughts
That my favourite Barbie was not bought
Now I started to ponder
How people live? I began to wonder
Please, God! Make everyone fine
Whether a stranger or mine
This is what I now wish and say
Shower your love on all, I always pray