A fruit Vendor...a poem by Asif Sultan Matta
Sometimes shouting and sometimes mute
Apple and orange he's yelling high
In making his fruit sell he's not shy
His fingers cut by pulling the cart
In motivating buyers he's smart
His shabby hair give a poor look
A lady customer 1 kg apple took
The vendor for sale is very grateful
Thinks his day would go wonderful
He ends up making a lot of money
And gets his children bread and honey
His wife delighted and wards merry
Together they remain very happy.
In next morning the vendor does same,
In doing all this, he doesn't feel shame.
(Asif Sultan Matta)
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