Diwali is here
Lights and colour everywhere
A boom and a bang
gifts and joys to share
Little girls and little boys
Dancing around with joy
Watching them from a distance
Was the little shoe shine boy
With his grubby hands and tattered wear
Black lined face and dirty hair
All he wanted was a little toy
But who would share with a poor shoe shine boy
His mother sewed clothes
Father, he had none
His house was a hovel
Clothes he had but one
His stomach growled
Hunger gnawing at the pit
looked at the rich people eating
And Shuffled his feet
The car door opened
He was called aloud
His heart froze and trembled
Wer they to shout?
They gave a 20 rupee note
smiled and said "No shoe to shine".
The lil boy stared and thought
"Is this a dream of mine?"
So with his bag, brush and dirty rag
Leapt the lil boy high in the air
His happiness knew no bounds
He had his joy to share
Ran to his home, to the little tattered hut
Forgetting about hunger and toy
He walked in a rich man
That happy little shoe shine boy!