They were playing shopkeeper's game in my parking lot,
Decorated a little corner with little dolls, little kites, little toys,
And every little thing they got,
Making innocent moves, in a round circle they sat,
An innocent shop, an innocent shopkeeper, on a little innocent..mat,
Then someone tried to imitate an innocent 'bargain',
Showing a beaded neclace, said,
'i won't pay so much for that'gold chain'! ! ! ',
The shopkeeper said, its okey, 'just give me your doll',
And the 'gold chain' is yours once and for all,
Moved I was to see, things valued for need and love not their content, The occupants of the little shop moved me with their innocent intent,
Gold, money, luxury all now seemed a little weak,
In this innocent world, where they still play hide and seek.
...gosh..the message creeps in beautifully out of the poem! Preets
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great message Ashish! Yes, there is so much more value in Love and the innocent sweet things of life... You captured a feeling in this poem and offered a great theme for the reader to hang on too.((Thank you)) Take care of U Shelley