When I went
To the little Village Mart
Happy and hopping
Behind my Pop
Preparing since
The very morning point
With a tide in the heart
To ride in the cart
With a dream to eat
Veg and non-veg dishes ,
Having reached there ,
A lot of fishes .

When I crossed in the river
On a Mile's walk in sand ,
Unhelped to carry me
From my tiredness rained ,
In a bitter silence
That was rent by cool breeze
Above the vines and the creeps Below the scorching rays ;
When I quenched my thirst
With a crystal water glaze
And Soothed my legs
Having set in the water
But waving on the heels
To catch the cool shiver .

On catched muddy bank
My Pop as a precedor
And me as a follower
When sat beneath a tree
And during hours of journey
Only a pedestrian or two
Or a bike rider did
Pass harsh sound of Jingle
With a sound stick mingle'
Of the black old man
That dug our attention .
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