Selfless Act Spawns Potion of

My hussy girl Mini, her turbulent anklets tinkling all-day

Hither and thither, meandering all the way. 

Though a puny figure, never debase her impish intensity, 

If her insolence determines, she never stoops from her obduracy

Her tender heart, where nestles a monstrous arrogance, 

One has to stave mountains to retrieve the smile on her countenance. 

In her reverie, she drifts with the moonlit stream, 

Exuding from milky dunes, they impale her in an elusive dream. 

It was Mini's birthday and she opted for a doll, 

She, being my precious sprite, I conceded to her call. 

From the market, we chaffered a pretty doll and fairy dress, 

She smirked contentedly, for it was her potion of happiness. 

When returning she noticed a mendicant girl, anointed with sadness, 

She paused and then ran to her with the birthday dress. 

It was Mini's selfless act that illuminated the girl's face, 

She realized an internal bliss and another potion of happiness.