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
and
pays d’ bargained price
cracks
one and pulls it open,
to
try taste of one/two slice
"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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