A Balloon Boy

In a night of glazing light,

Crowded streets and hawkers’ treats,

People were lost in their talks.

Were eating, munching, talking and laughing.

And there was a sight

A boy came by,

Looking as dusty as that street.

With his small, dirty finger, my thigh he knocked.

The colourful things he was selling

Were the balloons that caught my sight.

He was pale and light,

“Must be hungry” I guess from his breathe.

I offered him the pizza in my plate.

He refused my offer without being hesitate.

I saw his balloons and I looked at his face.

“Colourful are the children of his age.”

His colours were absorbed by the balloons he sell,

Hunger for food made him colourless and pale.

He went back and sat on his pal pavement.

He couldn’t sell anything, today nothing was his achievement.

He was nodding his head ‘coz of sleep on his eyes.

I could not bear the sight.

I went and put a note in his hand.

He got conscious; he put it in his tore pants.

I was about to start my pizza,

When I saw his mother came by,

She disturbed his dreams, when he almost closed his eyes.

“Sell all four or food no more.”

It made him ran like an electronic toy.

He forgot his sleep, his hunger. Oh! Poor boy!

Nobody was interested in the balloons he offered.

But I felt connected with the pain he suffered.

I called him and bought all his balloons.

His face glowed with a smile, just like that moon.

I didn’t eat a piece but I felt like I was full.

His face glowed with a smile, just like that moon.