From my balcony a stair up I used to wait
A little girl who was so sweet to meet,
Ten or twenty, she carried but smiled ever,
A kid I was but my memories of her-
She wore an old frock neat and green,
With her balloons she looked like a queen!
She sold one or two but always contend,
She never roamed with any friend,
Never spoke but the balloons she said,
As if that was all she ever had.
She smiled at me an afternoon,
In the sun that was setting soon,
Her hand had a pink balloon,
We stared as if we were alone.
The bow in hair flew as if it didn’t care,
A life time love we shared in that stare,
Save the colors at their brilliance,
Every noise disappeared and silence,
Like taking everything you own in a flash,
The colors disappeared in a clash,
The driver was drunk I heard when I woke,
She was in her own blood soaked.
Just like the balloons our lives are,
Air blown and made us what we are.
My colorful little balloon girl,
You brought colors to my world.
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