So went to the local market a few days back and the sights and sounds really crowd your senses, you return with your head reeling with images. This poem is a result of that entertaining trip to the heart of one of the biggest markets near my place.
Onions, potatoes and garlic galore
Adorn the pavement and the floor.
Spinach, cabbage and all the greens
Glistening with dew drops, look so clean.
Vendors rattling of prices in a tune
Housewives haggling and discussing what’s new.
Wizened old ladies crouched in a corner
Deftly stringing lovely jasmines together.
Rows of glass bangles glinting in the sun
Tinkling cheerfully when you try them on.
Vibrant, colourful and full of life
A trip to the market fills you with delight.
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its nice. i like.
nicely written!!i love the market in anna nagar – startin wit m…i
Like Kipling describing Kim's Lahore
nice i like! its never so much fun for me 🙁
hey! this is such a nice poem. Very descriptive and nicely written. You make going to the market sound like fun
Thanks, guys…
wow. lovely