The Balloon Girl

The balloon Girl
Everyday I used to pass a square ,
Everyday I used to see a little girl standing with a bunch of pretty balloons waiting for people
Nobody cared to buy a balloon but she never used to see sadness in her eyes
She dress up in a small frock , filth with dirt on her dress and her face , but her sparkling eyes vanishes the dirt from her soul
She ask everyone to buy a balloon , some bought some refused ,
Some tried to help her with money only but she refuses ,
She was courageous , she was valor with her instincts
Her eyes were sparking but can sense tears ,
Her thirst and hunger was not for food and water ,
But for the grits to prove her instincts
The adversity was her strength which made her brave
The little she was , the biggest was her fight with her virtues
I felt tears in my eyes and not for the sadness but for respect she gained in my eyes for her