"in A Busy Sprint Fair" Unpublished Poem

IN A BUSY SPRINT FAIR When passing many outlets, In a busy sprint fair, No one heed, but I did: Old lady with gloomed eyes, zig zagging all way, Questing for low-cost spice, Like a miscreant mice, Lamentably none to assist, sorrowing all hearts When passing many outlets, In a busy sprint fair, No one heard, but I did: A cute little lad with a critical cry Grilling her parents, guise of poverty, For a high-cost lavish stuff Lamentably none to give a ministry: -Amaani Nazeer-