Would never die of a hunger

Wipes oranges in tidy cloth,

lays them on her fruit cart

buyers, no less than Gods,

neatness counts to attract

He’s her regular customer,

that young handsome guy

almost on every other day,

routinely comes for a buy

Asks to weigh chosen ones,

and pays d’ bargained price

cracks one and pulls it open,

to try taste of one/two slice

Scuffle starts in low voice,

"it's not so sweet as u claim

not unique, just ordinary,

has enough basis to blame"

Old lady tastes other slices,

rebuts, it’s totally perfect

flavor, taste, up to d’ mark,

peerless fruits, no defect

His coming, buying oranges,

remarks on low sweetness

Invariably ends up in tussle,

each time same occurrence

Leaves d’ torn one on d’ cart,

walks away with a casual smile

his spouse comes very often

witnesses d’ entire debacle

"Any day u purchase d’ stuff,

enact d' drama, same action

poor flavor, not very sweet,

what’s your real intention"

"I’ve also relished d’ fruits,

too sweet, absolutely fine

why u play a blame game,

it's beyond understanding"

"What truly u wish to achieve,

unravel the secret behind it"

the guy smiled a bit and told,

"I too know that all are sweet"

"Whole stuff equally excellent,

but have u seen her penury?,

sells oranges d' entire day but

won't eat one, if she's hungry"

"I crack one and pull it open,

leave it casually and depart

from my side an offer given,

to eat slices, left in her cart"

Vegetable vendor next to her,

asked about d’ crazy person

"u make flaws, give in excess,

he avers much for no reason"

The woman told, "about taste,

d’ jolly boy never had a hitch

wilfully leaves, one in my cart,

his fake fight's to make me eat

"Love drips from d' pulpy dispute,

that’s a squabble, utmost sweet

few slices if I chew, he rejoices,

and presumes, I don’t realize it"

"He serves in my empty leaf,

awfully more than my share

even if I am cursed by God,

I trust him, none else I care"

Never ever get fully filled,

d’ bleak belly of a snatcher

one who shares with others,

would never die of a hunger

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If earlier he would’ve known

Walks down to Boss’s office

and he indistinctly mutters

worked with you for long,

a nice period of 35 years

Evidently I wish to retire,

from d’ active profession

to take leave from you,

right moment has come

I ought to relax a bit now,

stay with members of family

my vigor getting depleted,

apparently ageing slowly

Boss looked into his eyes,

attempted to reassure

“pay heed, think over it,

u can work a decade more”

Can do an excellent job,

for my building projects

as u did a relentless work,

without slightest regrets

“Reflexes getting blunted,

already made up my mind

wish to have absolute rest,

no more work of any kind”

“But before u quit and go,

why not to do me a favor

embellish one more house,

one last project my dear”

With a fine artistic touch,

finish interior decoration

will be memorized forever,

for d’ ultimate work done

An undue duress of boss,

with reluctance he nodded

finish it fast, retire soon,

that’s what he intended

Worked decades for him,

adapted all his sincerity

it’s d’ final piece of work,

to apply his tuned ability

Faltered for an open denial,

feigned to finish the task

last minute loyalty shown,

agreed to take up d’ work

But had no iota of interest,

no effort, no supervision

no zeal to check d’ quality

no proper designing done

No artistic excellence used,

hurriedly tried to complete

hand it over to his boss and

get last assignment’s credit

House’s ready, le’ me leave,

Boss offered heartfelt thanks

be seated, have little coffee,

 please do wait for a moment

Your last day in my office,

u served me for long years

you truly make me proud,

for your sincere endeavors

“U configured a lot of house,

one of my dutiful soldiers

made incumbents pleased,

to be remembered for ever”

“All d’ best for retirement,

live a healthy life, keep fit,

as memoir of honest work,

I’ll give u a retirement gift”

From draw, pulled out a key,

handed it over to d’ carpenter

prized key of d' same house,

he had shaped without care

Tough to suppress d’ agony,

altered his body language

his mouth remained agape,

d’ thin eyebrows got raised

Hurting emotions overflowed,

truly no honest service done

Boss’s admire, turned him morose,

he wished,

if earlier he would’ve known