The Car Toy

The lady carried the colourful basket-
Laden with beautiful toys,
Sounding high in the air,
Above the basket that she laid on her head.
Throwing words to attract kids
Mostly of that poor class who often gaped at;
She went to two streets-
Now almost completed one-quarter of her toys.
The sight of hers attracted many kids
Those who simply played on the roads;
The sun almost declined for the day
The moon-lit night showed blackened clouds.
The lady was still far from reach
For the poor child who counted on the colourful toys.
It became pitch dark when the lights went off!
For the day followed her on foot after foot
The child had almost ran into his hut-
When it started to rain
And the toy lady laddened her basket to the kid's home
Simply to put back her sacks and baskets to safety.
Light again, laid on the corners of the house
The kid amused at the colourful basket
Full of toys that he never had seen,
Except for the small ones he got as gifts-
From his mother's landlords.
He had never got a chance to eye so many of them
Now almost in his house for quarter of an hour.
He kept chucking at the big car ;
Who would at any time give him such a day!
He had prayed to God manytimes before
For more of toys that an angel might give him.
Today, he was at his sleeptime
Then the rain stopped.
The lady got up and packed her things
And the kid was gazing open-mouthed at the toy basket
Could he ever get a glimpse of all?
Then he suddely saw the toy car
Hidden in the mats beneath,
His mother went out for a stary gaze
At the lady with the toy basket-
Who completely lost through the blackened clouds.
The child then made a way out to the streets end
Now speeding his car through the planes of his poor home.
With all fun and with all of happiness
That the day ended with his prayers fulfilled,
And he lost to the car toy
For one day he could really drive a real car
To the poor streets,
There once where he was!
Now thunders hit and he seldom stayed
In straw houses of all poor hit
Might be he washed away all that is poor
With his dream of car to real life now!
With more hearts to lit with life,
He started to cross the streets,
He might turn poor houses to stoned ones,
And would educate all poor souls,
Like once what he has been!
The scenes that stayed with him now
Days went and went
For he aired the streets, lit them lights
Gave them food,sent kids to schools
For old to dream of what might happen to the poor kids the next day.