One day at a New york city shop,
I met a man selling marbles,
For money he wanted to swap,
But I really wanted some barbels.
"Got any barbels? " asked I.
"For that's how I'll spend my money."
"No barbels here! " said the guy.
He seemed to find it quite funny.
"We've got some lovely cakes,
I'll give you a very fine price."
"I'd rather have some steaks."
The man blinked rapidly thrice.
The man seemed exceptionally busy,
And his manner was strangely amused.
He wasn't what I would call dizzy,
Great disdain he noticeably oozed.
Like others, he thought I was odd,
Some say I'm a bit friendly.
Still he gave me a courteous nod,
As if he thought I was plenty spendley.
So in search of my goal I departed,
But before the New york city shop could I leave,
The man came running full-hearted,
"I can help you I believe."
"Marbles, barbels, you shall find.
Cakes, steaks, you can get.
You must now open your mind,
And get down to Orange Street Market.
So to Orange Street Market I decided to go,
In search of the barbels I craved.
The winds it did eerily blow.
But I felt that the day could be saved.
There were stalls selling dresses,
Shoes in many shades.
There were even stalls selling compresses
People were scattered from many trades
I was greeted by a peculiar lady,
She seemed to be rather friendly
I couldn't help thinking she might be quite shady.
I wondered if she was at all spendley.
Before I could open my mouth,
She shouted, "For you, I have some barbels! "
I headed towards her, to the south,
Past some cakes and marbles.
"But how did you know? " I asked,
"Do you want them or not? " she did say.
Silently, the barbels she passed.
Then vanished before I could pay.
As I walked away I hard a crackle
Or was it, perhaps, a hushed cackle?
Such a nice poem, Archita Kumar. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.
A fine poem with wonderful narrative and a mysterious story. It took me with you to that strange market place where I can mind barbels, marbles and all I want to purchase, perhaps if only I have an open mind.
Dressed in a good narrative a profound story, well done dear poet.
Orange Street! ! Musing along. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
" Marbles, barbels, you shall find. Cakes, steaks, you can get. You must now open your mind, And get down to Orange Street Market. Then vanished before i could pay....... and your interesting question. am i now a hard a crackle...... self realization. lovely narrative. it reads like a story. simple and profound....... like your poem very very much dear Archita. tony
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Fine poem dear friend....thanks. ////