At the stall...





At the stall... poetry stories
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_ayusharyan
_ayusharyan Sharing the joy of poetry...
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I got inspired to write about a boy, the one who sells tea at a stall. But how is everything on his side ?

At the stall...

At the stall, lighten'the stove,

At the stall, lighten'the stove, ginger, cardamom n' a clove.

At the edge of a lane,

At the edge of a lane, under the needy rain,

A boy of not about ten, stood nice,

A boy of not about ten, stood nice, their cold nature, his tea did suffice.

Tea leaves and milk mixed right,

Tea leaves and milk mixed right, saturated with water at a height...

They grudge to order a tea of ten,

They grudge to order a tea of ten, a tea and a smile; he gave the men..

Gain and labour, he had both of them.

Gain and labour, he had both of them. But he still couldn't live as like them.

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