Street Vendor. Poem by RAVIKIRAN ARAKKAL

He pushe a cart,
On four cycle wheels,
Filled with fruits,
Shouting loudly,
The price of fruits,
In asing song voice,
Ocassionally finding
A customer or two,
To sell his merchandise,
At fair price with
Little profit,
His presence was
A daily acompaninment,
A usual timely sight,
For the pedestrians,
He moved slowly
Along with short halts,
To make a living
For him and his family.

Ravikiran Arakkal