The Bangle-Seller, Indian Bangle-Seller, Indian Churiwalla Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

Churi, churi,
Kanch ki churiyan,
He used to call,
Call loudly
Into the streets,
Lanes
And the township folks
And the country folks
Used to call,
Call,
Churiwalla, O churiwalla,
Come here, come here,
Come back, back,
Women and small girls,
coming out,
Coming out
Used to call, call
The churiwallahs,
Indian churiwallas
Dressed in a lungi
Sometimes the woman with
A bundle over the head
With red, green, orange,
Yellow and different-coloured bangles
and the women folks rounding them
Sitting to buy,
Some girls asking
Their guardians to purchase
And if not,
Turning sad and morose
As for to be not with
And the churiwalla
Ask to make a compromise lastly
As for their glee,
The glee of small daughters
Unable to buy at that time.