Sunday, August 23, 2009

The dream merchant


Every day, at the appointed hour,
He comes and stands exactly here-
With his wares...colors of joy'
Green, yellow,purple, red, blue...

Every day, he draws the jolly faces,
Innocent smiles and wishes,
Obliging olds and insistent youngs...

He sells-
Dreams,wishes,wails,smiles
He sells-
Happiness amidst strife and hurry...
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2 comments:

  1. shrutiAugust 25, 2009 at 9:42 PM

    swapner feriwala,chobitao bhalo legechilo,swapna tabe lal?

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  2. SUMUBLOGGERAugust 26, 2009 at 1:13 AM

    my heart melted..my eyes moistened..

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