The Little Balloon Seller
The Little Balloon Seller
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In a tattered skirt and dirty blouse
Holding a bunch of blue balloons,
Her little voice almost squealed:
‘Please buy one, just 10 rupees’.
Giant guards spot the tot,
In no time her bunch was burst.
Scrawny outcast was not allowed;
A taint to their plush upmarket.
Damsels holding Gucci clutch,
Handsome men smelling rich,
Bratty kids crying for candy,
None heard her sound of a sob.
Walking back home empty-handed,
Thinking of her mother’s face
Waiting to hear the clinking of coins
To buy dinner for the whole family.