Who Is Poor? Poem by sehdev sharma

On a red light crossing,
a tender aged kid,
holding a bundle of balloons,
in his tenders hands,
knocked the door of a,
a costly car.

The side mirror,
got scrolled down,
A rich faced rich man,
a bit convinced to,
to buy a pair of balloons for his kid.

When that rich man,
negotiated price with that tender boy,
the seller did not tell anything,
but he could realize,
richness is a state of mind.
It cannot be linked to,
a colossal balance sheet.