The Girl On The Way Poem by Ramesh Shrestha

Walking on the way to home,
I saw a girl with her mom.
Sitting beside mom on a stone,
Her face so cute, clean and calm.

She was so young, looked nine,
Her hair glittering in sunshine.
Her mother beside her,
Selling vegetables to others.

She was with her mom,
Helping her, ignoring sun.
Selling the vegetables,
With her soft lil palms.

I glanced her on the face,
Found hunger in every place.
How can she be fit,
With lil food she afford to eat.

Her clothes were so simple,
And patched in ample.
But her blazing look and manner,
Had made her as an angel.

Her hands were so sweet,
But working in the heat.
Ahh! ! her soft lil hands,
Should hold the pencils instead.

She might have a dream,
To read and write in school.
Ahh! ! on her head, the god,
Had written such a cruel! !

The poorness that prevailed,
Had made her to struggle.
But in spite of these troubles,
Her face shining with chuckle.

I bought the two bundles,
Of the vegetables, that her,
Sweet lil hands conferred,
Moving in hasty manner.

I thanked her with a grin,
And gave her the money.
And wished her to begin,
The fulfilled life as a queen…: D