She was selling Kissmiss
Dry grapes in the trains
'Nasik ka kismiss', the famous
Collected, dried and neatly
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A descriptive poem, very touchy, a poet's view-point totally differs from others. A poet saw the beauty of Indian women though in pathetic condition.5 ****
The hardships of life and the ever-present hope...Excellent
In her cute little blue eyes........significant......thank u......anjandev roy.
Our talented poet, thanks for these wonderful poetic images, they are beauty depict in the world of poverty and deprivation. Eating kissmiss and looking at the picturesque view from the train window creates immortal poetry. 5 stars
Black grapes, not at all dried Fresh and live with new hopes In her cute little blue eyes, Charming, wet and dreaming, Which reflected upon me as the, Living images of Indian folks.
The train was moving slow Through the enchanting ways Of lush green western ghats
It seemed that she herself was 'Kismis' the well-dried grape.
You have actually brought the real life of train vendors especially females...yes rhis is the situation all over India.... people are really like kismis.... very well written.