The not so ordinary



His gentle gapes

Standing under the sultry shade

Fire ball bouncing head to toe

Burning the hopeless eyes

Eyelashes eyeing with sweat

Noonish beams offering frigid warmth

 

Beholden bowing to Mem sahib

Silhouettes slip from deluxe car

Grumbling madam whined

At sagging yellows and greens

Haggard hawk this hawker was

Ma’am haggled to half the cost

 

Chink and clink in the empty box

He sat tight from day to night.

 

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