A Strange Peddler - Poem by Amitava Sur
I'm a strange street peddler,
vending my variety of goods
I do sell my collections -
By roaming in the streets and lanes.
Loads of articles I brought today -
Keeping them in those big round trays.
Laughter, song and emotions -
Along with pleasure and fun to enjoy.
I brought handful of entertainment
With love, lust and joy.
Sorrows, pains and tears even
I brought but kept in a corner.
Cheer up and buy them now
You cherish them with full blast.
Because tomorrow you won't get them again
Even if you wish to have.
Hello guys, can you hear -
My today's vending is ended here.
Let me say a good bye to you,
Calling it a day thanking all of you.
A very strange peddler I am-
Isn't that you all feel?
Do you want to know my name?
Well; .... TIME is my name.
I move in one direction only
never, I retreat.
Once I depart and go away-
Will never come again.
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