A Trip to the Marketplace

So went to the local market a few days back and the sights and sounds really crowd your senses, you return with your head reeling with images. This poem is a result of that entertaining trip to the heart of one of the biggest markets near my place.

Onions, potatoes and garlic galore

Adorn the pavement and the floor.

Spinach, cabbage and all the greens

Glistening with dew drops, look so clean.

Vendors rattling of prices in a tune

Housewives haggling and discussing what's new.

Wizened old ladies crouched in a corner

Deftly stringing lovely jasmines together.

Rows of glass bangles glinting in the sun

Tinkling cheerfully when you try them on.

Vibrant, colourful and full of life

A trip to the market fills you with delight.

Comments

Carol said…

hehe
its nice. i like.

1:11 AM

Icychips said…

nicely written!!i love the market in anna nagar - startin wit m...i

2:29 PM

Jude said…

Like Kipling describing Kim's Lahore

6:24 PM

wildeyes said…

nice i like! its never so much fun for me :(

11:46 PM

littlemuch said…

hey! this is such a nice poem. Very descriptive and nicely written. You make going to the market sound like fun

9:52 PM

Karen Xavier said…

Thanks, guys...

8:20 PM

Abhishek Behera said…

wow. lovely

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