Flowers in my Bun

A flower in my bun and love in my heart ,
I extend my hands to a kid-
A seeker actually
Seeking happiness,
Joy
And all I do while sitting by the road;
-Draped in a mysorian saree,
Paragon slippers
- extend my hand
A fist full of groundnuts.
That cracks open not only peanuts but joy.
And the child
While being shy
With a smile broader then the banks of a river;
Warmer than the midnight blanket wrap-
Takes it away and run.
And along with it
Runs the joy
Runs the love
And the Runs the entire world
And all this gets my nerves to the zenith of gratitude !!

A smile worth the capture