'Five for two dollars, two for one! '
Yelled the ones in straw hat
Men, women: aged, riped as the vegetables they sell
Wilted, weathered, leathery, tanned melon skin.
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Lettuce, chilli pepper, spearmint! ' Very few foreign words, living in a foreign land. They have crossed the countless rivers of tear, Overcame mountains of back-breaking chores. Have yet any regrets for the gut wrenching farewells, While away from ancestral tombs beyond the Eastern seas, Their souls closer to the yonder Yellow Spring.A great write.(Part-1) - -
- A deep empathy flows in every line of the poem for them who toil day and night as vegetable vendors to supply vegetables nearby our doors , yet they remain in perennial poverty.(Part-2)