PEDDLER - ENGLISH POEMS
Bandy-
legged, cross-eyed, tattered, one of the peddlers
Selling puppets, selling
dolls years after years.
Village to village, door to
door, breaking his core
Still not a single customer,
poor roving here and there!
Keeping a load on the neck
the other one on his heart
Load of hopes, load of
prospects Load of aspirations!
He sings a song in his heart
needless, baseless and dead!
“I will sell this one in not
less than hundred bucks
And the next one, certainly
in more than two hundreds!”
Prices hidden in the
puppets! Prices hidden in his mind!
Peddler gets delighted to
see the dream flowering
To see the unseen colors of
the unseen life unhandled!
He then rules his empire,
empire of transactions!
Being himself a rigid seller
and he humble buyer!
He then onwards never seen
unloading his basket
Since ages he is waiting his
mind to get vacate
Bandy- legged, cross-eyed
tattered, one of the peddler
Holding pawns coloring
dreams years after years
People say,
His dreams at all
groundless, not existent
Puppets in reality exist
without features
Dolls actually do have
amputated fingers
They remain alive always in
the basketful
And rampage there in his
mind to rule.
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