Hopes of a Huckster...

 




 I am a peddler, I peddle around

As a hawker as you say

I am a local, sells for a pound

Earn in pennies per day


I am a soul who can be found

On every street, I suppose

To call you mate, I sing aloud

And you'll never find me close


Seasons arrive and stay, then leave

I observe all at a verge

Sales undone, brings huge tension, I grieve

but then a new day, and hopes emerge


I am a wanderer with a thirst for cash

To towns and towns, I go

Enough food I find in the trash

To feed me and my household


I desire to hold and build someday

Some assets of my own

But I am a human, though a stray

So presently, I hope you soften your tone :)



Comments

  1. Very true....nicely described the feelings of a poor man.very emotional.

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  2. Really amazing. She really speaks about the true feeling of a person. Great job Mahika

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  3. The least we can do is give them respect. Well described Mahika.

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  4. Deep yet so positivity in it... this Makes everyone learn when a hawker dreams n don't loose hope, why should anyone who is privileged

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  5. Too good mahika.. you just beautifully wrote down the feelings of these poor hawkers.

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  6. Brutally honest and beautifully composed! So heart touching ✨❤️

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  7. Appreciate your kind words! Thanks a lot my wonderful readers πŸ˜‡

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