I saw her each time I passed the traffic light,
Saw her each morning and at even late at night.
The girl in the oversized frock always caught my attention,
She had to do just that was the irony of the situation.
I understood her plight, but was unable to fight,
Or think of a solution that gave her a chance,
To at least wear a frock of her size.
Then one morning she was nowhere to be seen,
It happened for a few days and became a routine.
It made me anxious and very, very keen,
I moved away though as the light turned green.
But that feeling inside was difficult to explain…
Then when I passed that signal one day at noon,
I saw her with a school bag which seemed like a boon.
Her hair was neat and she looked clean,
Proudly wearing a frock of her size.