She was a brave little child,
Who always smiled.
Twisting, juggling, dancing on a thin rope
She shouldn't fall, was my only hope.
She performed mind boggling stunts
With a huge audience in front.
Walking on the beats of music
Her mother hoping for no rick.
Watching her perform was a delight
The sun rays made her face bright.
After the performance, when she got praises, cheers and applaud
She was quite contented and awed.
In this way, she earns her livelihood
By performing as much as she could.
She actually possessed nothing
For her, the respect earned was everything.
Happiness is all, she was giving
in deeper sense she taught me an art of living.
© Harsha Navalkar
Ps - The poem is dedicated to the little girl in the picture.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR:
HARSHA NAVALKAR, a very talented young blogger from Mumbai (India) who
is currently studying computer engineering. But she went beyond the
materialistic bounds of technology and created beautiful expression of art and
poetry. She is quite popular in various blogging communities. To check out her
beautiful creations you can check her website http://harshanavalkar.blogspot.com/
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