Indian Churiwallah, Churi-Churi, Indian Bangle-Seller Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

Churi, churi,
They used to come,
Come calling,
Calling,
Churi, churi,
Kanch ki churiyan,
Kanch ki,
Glass bangles,
Glass',
The man with the bundle,
The cloth bundle
On the back
Into the streets,
Lanes,
To towns
And villages,
Churi, churi,
Kanch ki churiyan
And women used to
Call, call
From their houses,
Come, come here,
O, churiwallah,
Churiwallah,
O, bangle-seller,
Bangle-seller!
And he opening,
Opening the packs,
Showing bangles,
Glass bangles,
Coloured bangles,
Red, green, yellow, grey, blue
And of printed colours
And he making them wear,
Slip into the bangles
After applying the soap foam
On the hands,
Women and small girls
All gathering around
To wear the bangles.