Monday, October 8, 2012


I do not know his name 
But always like to see him
He is a small vendor of betel leaf 
At my village market 
He never wears a shirt and footwear 
Monday and Saturday, the market runs 
The Saturday market is my favorite 
Always I will be there on Saturday 
To buy and sell my cows and calves 
After settling my dealings 
I will go to a small toddy shop 
Where fresh coconut toddy gets 
That betel leaf vendor will always our 
Attraction there 
He is a good singer, though old, 
We are not drunkards 
It is only our leisure time 
In a week, after hard works

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