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.
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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
Such a nice poem, Archita Kumar. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.