A fruit Vendor...a poem by Asif Sultan Matta

A fruit Vendor...a poem by Asif Sultan Matta

An honest fruit vendor sells fresh fruit

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)