Although she was seven carrying the weight of a twenty one
She never flinched nor ever said she was tired of such a burden
This quality of hers,I searched in other kids but found none
For other kids at her age,with this kind of overweight,had never been laden
Even at seven,she had already found out the magic of money
Whose powers would feed her family and pay for her school fees
She'd also realized that it was a sharp sword coated in honey
And under its spells,proud people were brought down to their knees
Many would do the wrong to get such a tremendous power
But for her,a child of pure heart,sold steamed buns on a cart around
She didn't beg around but relied on herself with such a vower
That with her efforts,she would proudly stand on this very ground
And me who wanted to praise the bravery,on her act,which glistened
Had steamed buns for lunch and saw her face enlightened
