A Balloon Peddler Poem by Sameer Agnihotri

He walks through a road, a lonely or busy. He carries a stick, swings balloons, different colors, each, foran owner different.
He sings a songs, children attract as bee to honey;
Melody heard form distance; small hands search piggy bank, coins few;
Got them at last, dashes every little soul, for gift they grip.
Those cradled cry to mother; mother knew hungry is he, not for food but for balloon red.
Eccentric glow, glows his face, sees his tiny buyers, each small, hopes gleam;
Happiest moment form every child, puny hands, each holdings lantern of joy.
As he passes by, enraptures every baby, happy he makes every sweetie.
A transitory balloon gives a joy of interim happiness.
Shrink, burst; don’t you cry, for sure, your balloon man will come tomorrow and the saga will continues.