There is this crowded market place in Mumbai - Bhuleshwar - we used to frequent this when in college, for the mere joy of bargaining - this was way back in 1983. Now, i hear from friends that the place is worse than it used to be, but who cares as long as one gets high-fashion apparels / trinkets / etcetera for a cool deal and come back home with a tidy sum saved up.
Beside the wares
They sit themselves
Among the garbage sodden
Ground - Hailing aloud
"Maaji, Babuji
Ek ka do; Ek ka do"
In atrocious colours
And gaudily draped
All grimy head to toe
Some perspirated hands
Pawing you sorrily
"Buy my goods, memsasab"
The eyes pleadingly, say
Gutter snipes, their little ones
Sling little shigles
While others guzzle
Thrash from the ground
Skylarking among the dirt
Shouldnt they instead feed
Their brains with education
My thoughts now disturbed
Faced by a little vendor
Orbing the goods circular
The role of a jester playing
The amused buy a few
Others stand and jeer
'Tis a sad plight
They make a living
Parasites they are not
-sundari giri
MARKET SCENE
Beside the wares
They sit themselves
Among the garbage sodden
Ground - Hailing aloud
"Maaji, Babuji
Ek ka do; Ek ka do"
In atrocious colours
And gaudily draped
All grimy head to toe
Some perspirated hands
Pawing you sorrily
"Buy my goods, memsasab"
The eyes pleadingly, say
Gutter snipes, their little ones
Sling little shigles
While others guzzle
Thrash from the ground
Skylarking among the dirt
Shouldnt they instead feed
Their brains with education
My thoughts now disturbed
Faced by a little vendor
Orbing the goods circular
The role of a jester playing
The amused buy a few
Others stand and jeer
'Tis a sad plight
They make a living
Parasites they are not
-sundari giri
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