The Balloonman
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A stranger sits on my usual park bench today
And the Sun gets ready to off for the day.
I approached him slowly and said 'Hello'.
He too smiled like a balloon.
He sends one by one to the sky from its stick where the balloons were tightened.
I said again; 'Brother it seems the sale is very less today so why don't you keep them for tomorrow? '
'Let them fly freely as they stuck with me the whole day and my beloved is happy to see the empty stick from afar when I reach home.' he said very calmly.
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