Crowded is every street of city,
Near stage of oblation we see.
Balloons are of many colours,
Hawker is waiting for buyers,
Do not turn your face, you come,
At least you buy a balloon.
Autumn night fair is full of joy,
Decorated lights are glowing more,
Balloon salesman is calling with love,
Dear visitors, you ask him for price.
Varieties of dolls are displayed,
You take one for your child to play,
Night is growing and hawker is worried,
He also wants to return back home.
You give him little profit, buy one,
Night is growing more with humming,
Fair is going to end at tenth night,
Give a little smile to celebrate him.
Your child is looking for new balloons,
Dear bike rider you wait and buy sure,
If you will buy one, child will not cry,
Joy, you will take home from autumn fair.
© Kumarmani Mahakul,03 October 2017. All rights reserved.

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