In
the market lane,
He
calls out to people,
Holds
their sleeves,
Requests
them to buy his goods,
He
is not at all respected,
Though
he is a vendor,
He
is treated like a bonded slave,
He
face it all,
He
bears it all,
For
he has to feed
His
hungry kids at home.
From my Poems: HERO
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