The Hawker

The hawker cries hoarse
his voice is his force
 his skin has turned coarse
his handcrafted  artefacts
 look so lovely and intricate.


Hosting them on his head
the items all in baskets
 he moves in an ahead
shouting at the top of his voice
women are amazed to see the choice.

The handcrafted looks so beautiful
with embellishments very wonderful
the seller seems to be humble
 but speaks with no fumble
 could find no buyer  for his  art.

His attitude is not one of dishearten
 walks away with a strengthen
confidently returns home  at dusk
prepares his dinner humming a song
 would surely find a customer next day.