Friday, July 16, 2010

The Stray Balloon

With millions thoughts, nestling inside my head
I was coming back from office, walking in a tired gait
The day had gone good; still I was exhausted;
Eager to reach home, I just couldn’t wait.

There were similar faces around
As far as I could see
Except, there was a stray balloon
A little ahead of me.


On the other side of the road, however
There were many more, waiting to be sold
And with them was a small girl,
Hardly ten years old.

She was too busy bargaining,
with a doting mother;
Clearly her work day,
was far from over.

She was not aware of
That balloon gone astray
All she was concerned about
Was earning her day’s pay.

I picked up the balloon and
Don’t-know-why I smiled;
As if I’ve just picked up,
Countless chuckles inside.

To return it back to her
I crossed the road with a zeal
I was feeling like a star,
As if it was a “Big Deal!!”.


Somewhere I hoped to see some joy
Or at least - some surprise
But all I found
Were two blank eyes.

With no expression or words,
She just took it away.
But holding that balloon for those 2 seconds,
Had made my day!!!

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