Kabuli-wala

Little girl mixing with her toys,
The grass has recently cut.
With sun shining high,
There comes a Kabuli-wala.

O Kabuli-wala, brought my dress!
O Kabuli-wala, brought my tools!
Crooked in his smile,
Kabuli-wala brought smiles.

The toys are no joy,
O Kabuli-wala show me something amazing.
Pop from his potli came the joy,
Packet full of nuts, was her troy.

Dusty-hands, crooked smile,
Years after came Kabuli-wala.
All grown-up, in wedding-gown waited for her new toys,
Pop came the nuts, from hero of her joy.