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 :)
Very true....nicely described the feelings of a poor man.very emotional.
ReplyDeleteReally amazing. She really speaks about the true feeling of a person. Great job Mahika
ReplyDeleteTrue lines ..
ReplyDeleteVery touching ...loved it ❤
ReplyDeleteThe least we can do is give them respect. Well described Mahika.
ReplyDeleteGreat going Mahiku
ReplyDeleteDeep yet so positivity in it... this Makes everyone learn when a hawker dreams n don't loose hope, why should anyone who is privileged
ReplyDeleteToo good mahika.. you just beautifully wrote down the feelings of these poor hawkers.
ReplyDeleteBrutally honest and beautifully composed! So heart touching ✨❤️
ReplyDeleteAppreciate your kind words! Thanks a lot my wonderful readers π
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