Each goods is hundred rupees
Screams the mobile street vendor
Doing perfect justice to his sale
Each item weighed in the same scale!
It doesn’t matter if it’s plastic or steel
A pot of water or a kitchen utensil
No gloom of loss or elation in gain
Each hundred rupees and no bargain!
There’s no item without a use
For each one is an excuse
Would not rust with time nor would stale
Made in strong mould weighed in same scale!
The mobile street vendor goes door to door
For hundred rupees one couldn’t have it more
The wisest man with his wares of justice
Brings to all hearts good bargain’s peace!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem