English, asked by premnishad, 11 months ago

please help me now
please write a poem

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premnishad: oh sorry please write story

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Answered by vishu592
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There is a custom tried and true

in villages and towns

where people gather buying goods

and trade with fruits they've grown

Sometimes they meet just once a month

sometimes a day each week

and in some larger settlements

they daily buy and seek

But oft unnoticed and unsung

are plain clad country folk

who sit so patient at their stands

and ne'er a thought evoke

Their hands are rough and faces deep

with wrinkles from much toil

they smell of sweat and never lose

the traces of earth soil

Some days but very few will buy

those beets or butter beans

some days what was quite fresh in morn

is turned to brown from green

A woman old and timeworn sat

face motionless eyes low

and with her gnarled hands tenderly

arranged her fruits in rows

I wondered what her life was like

and why she did not scoff

when what had been with patience grown

would soon be bartered off

She looked with timeless gaze upon

slick bargain seekers' pleas

and those who picked and squeezed each fruit

and those who stole with ease

She wore the same clothes every week

her hair tight in a bun

and every week she'd give a snack

to beggars who had none

We all have lives to live and ways

to spend our earthly days

and even oft unnoticed folk

serve with their patient ways

There is a custom worn and tried

in villages and towns

where people gather to buy goods

and trade with fruits they've grown.

Answered by shriviagrawal
0

A sunny morning a sunny beginning,

when the people people waking up grinning,

the shopkeeper is selling his fruits ripe,

the color of them bright,

the mother comes to buy some,

when the children staring at the plum,

the dogs barking ,

birds chirping,

a sunny morning a sunny beginning,

when the people wake up grinning.


premnishad: iska ab story likho
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