The Peddler And The Red Scarf Poem by nimal dunuhinga

The Peddler And The Red Scarf

Rating: 5.0


In the sweepy narrow dusty road you sell candy
and I watch your beauty from afar.
I am scared of the street urchins.
My dear why don't you cover your face with a scarf.
Your laugh in a sweet manner is better than the candy.
I too a wanderer goes with the wind
and I sing few oldies on the street
with my old tambourine.
Hey! my black Mona Lisa if you don't shift
I'll promise you to bring a scarf tomorrow.
Yes, a red scarf my deceased poor mom's gift.

To the poetess Rebecca.Mbaye & Denis.Joe my poet friend who encourage me all the time.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Sandra Fowler 15 March 2006

Bittersweet mood of the observer. The vulnerable aura of the candy seller.One expects the red scarf to be presented with a bow before the curtain goes down on this enchanting little drama.A fine word painting. Kindest regards, Sandra

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kalubovila East, Sri Lanka
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