The road-side sellers (Pantoum)
Where must have they come from!
Do not some look like the locals
Some but seem to be here for long
How it does matter anyway !
Do not some look like the locals
Some look like those in the North-East
How it does matter anyway,
As they could talk like the locals!
Some look like those in the North-East, yet
Do not know which state to name it
As they could talk like the locals
They seem to have their heart in that work
Do not know which state they are from
But they knew the art of selling
They seem to have their heart in that art
An art that needs much perfection than any
They knew the art of selling, luring passers by
Which otherwise the locals can’t, so easily
An art they did with so much perfection
A perfection needed for their own survival
The locals can’t sell like that so tactfully
But they seem to be doing it for long (everywhere)
An art they did with so much perfection
Where did they come from is no more a matter
Sarala
(the onam season was surprising.. the streets were filled with small roadside sellers from north-eastern states.. it seems they came as families.. from the kids to the eldest, all were selling something in different corners of the street … and they were so smart, I have to acknowledge, to do that art of selling 🙂 )
A delightful poem… Depicting the scene.during festivals… Conforms to the norms of.form and.style.of poetry.. Loved it
Thank you so much !
All for survival. Beautiful!
yes, all for survival .. thank you Vineetha 🙂
lovely poem, whether they are locals or not, it eventually does not matter. what matters is a loaf of bread, a pot of rice. and the place where these bare essentials are available, the sellers will throng and sell and earn by winning the buyers’ hearts.
Thank you for sharing this beautiful poem.
Very interesting poem on the art of survival for ‘The road-side sellers (Pantoum)’