Balloon Seller’s Daughter

He was her father
he was her mother
he was destitute
but no one bothered ……
in reduced circumstances ,
he was raising her
and four others ,
clueless penniless
and tireless he was ,
yet not defeated ,
hope and perspiration
his nose to the grindstone
yet…fire in his stomach
air in his ware ,
colours on his strings
yet ends apart
he was selling balloons ,
she sprinting behind
holding the strings ,
happiness in air
air in her ware
smiling eyes
flaring nose
lips stretching
across her small face
smiles worth million dollars
frock in tatters
did it matter ?
she was rich
with happiness loads
filled in the balloons
though getting sold
to be replaced soon ,
he was her father
trading in happiness
cheer and glee ,
teaching her
not to fear ,
deal with hunger
filling air
gastric balloon
acid fire air
deal with it my dear …..
tender feet
trailing behind
balloons in hand ,
he was her father
now selling magic wands ….!!!
©Dr. Swati A Gadgil , All Rights Reserved .

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About Dr Swati A Gadgil

Anaesthesiologist , practising since last 30 yrs in Mumbai and medico legal advisor. Counsellor for Children at Puberty , Parenting , Stress Management , Motivation and Peace MBBS DA LLM Postgraduate in Human Rights Postgraduate in Hospital management Founder President of NGO, Dombivli Women's Welfare Society and it's youth wing NayaSavera Published three books of poetry Columnist and writes on various topics like Stress Management Appointed by Times of India as Consultant for their NIE Newspaper In Education Program Recognised by Medical associations and Rotary Speaker and panelists on Tele media, print media and National and International conferences Taekwondo Red Belt

7 thoughts on “Balloon Seller’s Daughter


    A narration evolving empathy in the minds of reader; how much pathetic are certain lives in the streets!


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