Balloon Seller

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Balloon Seller

Balloons, balloons, colourful balloons !
Red, Yellow, Green and Blue.
Ten for one and eighteen for two !
He tempts us all, his maths a clue !
Killing any bargain, his intent so true.
Shouting and singing - balloons balloons !
He blew,
Helium inflated bunch that flew.
Vivid spots scattered like dew,
Up in the sky, bid them adieu !

Inflated bags,
Full of gas,
A team of toddlers he attracts.
Whistling a jolly tune,
Raggedly dressed as he pedals in afternoon,
Unmindful of the hot sun, he seems immune !
Carrying string tied colourful platoon.
You should see the children swoon,
To his cycle tagged swaying balloons,
Dancing to his lively bassoon.

No matter how much a mother dissuades,
Toddler, kindergartener, an infant still sways,
Eyes darting, this and that way,
Till the balloon man chooses to stay,
And pull out a colour that the child conveys !
Tricking a mother into delay,
Persuading a package deal as she surveys,
His distinguished collection of inflated balloons,
Coaxed to buy two when one would do !

12/4/19
Dr. Guncha Gupta


Comments

  1. UnknownApril 12, 2019 at 3:44 AM

    The poet very vividly paints a commonplace picture of a poor balloon seller on the streets of India.The feelings of tiny tots and their mothers too are brought out successfully

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  2. Mohit GargApril 12, 2019 at 7:31 AM

    Wow!
    Amazing!

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  3. Divya SureshApril 13, 2019 at 7:33 PM

    Words are very nicely put together 👌
    Too good 👏👏

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  4. BinduApril 15, 2019 at 7:04 AM

    Very creatively written poem!!!
    Entire scene of balloon seller trying to sell balloons come infront of eyes while reading it!
    Good going Ma’am ������������

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  5. Creative GunchaMay 3, 2019 at 10:13 AM

    Thank you 🙏

    ReplyDelete

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