admin A girl by the roadside,
Hardly sixteen years old,
Looks at the passing crowd
Like a heron on her thin legs,
Cranes her neck,
Searching for some kind face
And tries to smile.
Night is falling fast.
She shifts her weight
From one leg to the other.
In the restaurant opposite her
People are enjoying drinks
She swallows hard and licks her lips
Cracked with cheap lipstick.
The crowd has thinned.
She has to run home.
Her fingers touch a few coins in her purse.
She heaves a sigh, and
Throws a last look around.
The street is now a deserted place
A street lamp shines
On her tear-stained face.