First Sale

“Fruits for sale. Fruits for sale.”

A little kid said.

A basket full of apples and oranges,

Burdened his head.

No one even noticed him,

He was really too small.

The basket looked so heavy,

He looked like he would fall.

The poor kid screamed on, his voice almost sore.

When a kind old lady came up to him and said,

“Give me oranges four.”

His eyes filled with joy,

He gave her the fruits.

On his first sale he danced around,

In his tiny boots.

The cheered up little boy,

Was again on his way.

But now so very happy,

About his first sale, that made his day.

~Nandita Pai~