she has basket on her head
full of fresh vegetables
she walk with short gait
calling words known to us
we come to pick what we need
for our favorite recipes
they also ask for discounts
she is a vendor and farmer
I know how is it like to be
selling, I give what she ask
she adds one or two eggplant
for me; I am very grateful
she even let me pay next week
I give her two pounds of rice;
a full grown chicken could be
whatever I could find for barter
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
an well and deep concern of contrast and our obligue thought has been drawn simply using simple readable words....nice...thanks....10