Her vegetable vendor, a nice man,
Who she can spot from a long waiting mile,
Who comes and welcomes with a weighty smile
That says, ‘it's good to pamper my old fan'.
And then starts bids, begin rounds of bargains.
This done, returned are tomatoes too ripe,
Brinjals less brown and onions not her type,
Designed to let her feel, it's she that gains.
And ready he's to exchange whatso be,
But she likes him not for his willing face,
Nor ever for his easy business grace,
She hardly notices his rehearsed glee,
Sweet chatter, soft words, nor his ready smile
That seemingly— not in truth— lets her win,
Without showing his mien all so mean,
Chameleons as camouflage cunning guile!
I suspect, he makes good each bargained price,
I too know his weights no probity spell,
But such alluring be his charming shell,
They forget false weights and a loaded dice,
And what's designed to make good a morning,
Ah seems to last all day, gaining a ring
Of a facile little win-win success,
Or so from goodly distance do I guess.
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Tongue-in-cheek | 02.05.12 |
Topic: remember, innocence, guile
Whatever Valsa has said is true....I have two reasons for why I stopped buying from the street vegetable vendors....1.I came to know that he used to bring meat also hidden somewhere in his big basket...I being a pure vegetarian avoided his sight totally after that...2.when the market price was low he sold the vegetables for once hiked market price for a long time..when I became aware of that I shouted and stopped buying from him...interesting write indeed
Most of the vegetable vendors are good at making profit. Through some clever tactics, they win the trust of gullible women customers. Though their weighing may be faulty and their bargain clever and shrewd, often such things go unnoticed. Behind the facade of fairness, they conceal their real nature! Enjoyed the poem.
I could see that you've said what you did from a position of knowledge. Thanks for liking the poem.
A fabulous poem sir! I liked the third stanza of this wonderful poem most...............10
I see that you really read the poem well and then decide/chose what you like. Thank you Dr Swain such wonderful feedback.
Thank you dear Kostas Lagos, you found this poem 'nice'. Writing a poem sometimes is like casting a dice, you not knowing how would it turn out to be. And then the outcome is 'nice' enough and then you feel somewhat relieved and pleasant. Thanks indeed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beware of too much sweet talkers, beware of those agree too much. A mouse that bites your toe blows it cold, numbs it into feeling good. By the time you realize it is too late. Nice seeing your feedback after a long time.