A street child

She is the
lone figure
often spotted
on roads,
amidst the traffic,
hands spread out
in anticipation,
by the side of
vehicles that
rush past her.

She is a living
paradox -
the blur of
all things
bright,
flashy,
glittering -
shows of
prosperity;
reflected
in her eyes
glazed with
tears,
starkly contrast
with her
dark, filthy rags,
dirt-filled hair -
her sorry countenance.