It was an eat out
The dish all dressed up
Not in simple attire
Had on them such stuff
Gaudy and colourful
Served with great ostentation
Sprinkled with spices
On the whole a grand fete
Well,a feast to the eyes
Not to the belly
Ultimately losing the target.
Away from home
Always moving out and roaming
Feel not homely
The fire in the belly
Causes a feel really
To perform wonderfully
Perhaps an inspiration solely.
The imminence to act not found
The fire kindles an aptitude that abounds
Which is a motivation that sounds
Like a reminder in the bound.
With the prompt that is electrical
The execution goes almost mechanical
The result is magical
The delight is sensational.
Anything engineered looks mechanical
with a measurement typical
and the angles in focal
looks exactly radical.
Anything that is a spontaneous outflow
with an emotional flow
and the expressions in toe
appears absolutely a glow.
There is a variation altogether
with a thought and feel in tether
the former is stronger
the latter is soft as a feather.
The thoughtfulness checks with diligence
the spontaneity pours with no reference
that is the only difference
which leads to a sea of inference.
The balloon man as he is called affably
passes through our lane without fail
with a whistle and a noise in a trail
that bring every child out possibly
The man halts by the tree
fills the balloons with air
puts them out in display with care
an array of colours promoting glee
The excited children flock to his shop wayside
touch each balloon with their hands tender
want to have not one but, many a splendour
their face reflects enchantment besides
The seller uses his skill
creates animals of the balloons
inserts a rattle into the fill
that croaks and barks and croons
The children thrilled even more
run home to get few cents
beg their mothers to spare a little more
walk with heads down cause they received a dent.
The balloon man is a human after all
pushes two more liberally into their hands
sets a tone of pleasure and contentment
a good salesman he is with no brand.
The next day he comes along with a usual gusto
children throng around the man with amity
they trust his generosity
a charm he employs every day in the tempo
A dry river
an empty pond
a waterless lake
are seen around
The trees wither
even the neem and tamarind
are leafless and seem bare
a scenario drastic.
Pots in all places
water in lorries
a reality nowadays.
Nothing is everything
as everything sometimes become nothing
something to brood.