Ice cream

I knocked on the glass

Tock-tock-tock. 

No one heard me,

I knocked quietly. 

Boys and girls in pretty clothes

Went in, came out. 

They went in happy. 

They came out happier. 

They ate ice-cream,

Cold, sweet, creamy. 

Chocolate, vanilla & strawberry. 

Mint, caramel & blueberry.

Every time the door swung open

I sniffed, and I sniffed again. 

Oh, the sweet aroma of ice cream!

How hungry it always made me!

I waited outside every day,

Wishing for a miracle to happen. 

But I was then too naive to understand

That I was too small to be visible. 

And too poor to matter. 

- Wara