In a town where the streets buzzed bright,
Meera's bookstore was a quiet delight.
Books in Hindi, English, old and new,
A space where warmth and trust grew.
But one day, the city's noise crept in,
"Push for sales, Meera, that's how you win."
Posters screamed, "Buy Now! Don't wait! "
But with every sale, trust became faint.
Her loyal customer, with chai in hand,
Asked, "Meera, where's that warmth we planned? "
Realizing her loss, she pulled back the sale,
Trust was the boat, not a hurried sail.
Now, her store thrives with chats and tea,
For in relationships, true success will be.
Meera learned that in this land so dear,
People want trust, not just profit near.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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