Ramesh Iyengar

Freshman - 706 Points (15-03-1969 / Paramakudi)

The Jujuba Fruit Seller - Poem by Ramesh Iyengar

Much aged was she.
Age arched her body forward.
Wrinkles on face writ by time, declare her age.
Hanging udders, bare.
Her wicker basket full with jujube fruits,
all little bright red, round, shining, enticing.
Sold for money, bartered for rice.
‘ One measure for two. You sell? ’ we asked.
‘No, one for one. ‘
We bargained.
‘Aye, aye, quick, bring it here.Got many houses.
The day is hot ’ she whined.
We rushed inside. Brought quarter measure grains,
filling our vessels with plump, sour goodness,
those little sweeties with labour plucked,
as steely thorns pricked,
from bushes in western hills.
All sweet, sour, together mixed,
drooling at our mouths.
Much remained untasted, dried over the days next.
Each week, these little delights brought,
bartered, filling her cloth bag with rice.
The old dame seen no more, these days.
Nor any wicker baskets of fleshy, little jujube full.
Cruel economics of growing times sabotaged old dames..
Only to see apples from L.A., NY or Calif.
with thin stickers declaring capitalist’s imperial voices.
- - S. Ramesh

Topic(s) of this poem: descriptive, narrative

Poet's Notes about The Poem

I remember an old woman selling little jujuba fruits in a wicker basket. She bartered her fruits for rice grains. The memories of my youth are permanently etched in my mind.

Comments about The Jujuba Fruit Seller by Ramesh Iyengar

  • Abdulrazak Aralimatti (8/29/2015 11:26:00 PM)

    Good description with lovely imagery. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, August 28, 2015

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