At dusk, sitting on the side of a crowded street,
a poor thin old man was selling,
a few yellowed dirty cauliflowers.
People were on the hurry home.
‘'Go away cow.. don't eat my garden harvest! ''
Our eyes met.. I smiled,
‘'Sir, it's only 10 rupees...''
I don't need the cauliflowers,
but still I bought two.
Above the half -moon smiled.

(Belgaum, Karnataka India)

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