Fayaz Bhat Poet Free verse

At Sunday Market In Srinagar

At Sunday Market in Srinagar
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My son pulling my arm,
Pointing with his finger dragged me
To the little (Bihari) boy,
Selling toys on a cart
In a corner of a busy street.
I said," Son, what is the price? "
He replied without looking at me, knotting the toys, "Fifty Rupees."
Will you give us at Forty?
He just cut the hanging nylon thread, with his small scissor!
As I handed him a hundred rupee note
He hurried to a not far away pushcart, a thin black poorly man(perhaps his father).
Take, he said to me as he returned back,
Four ten rupee coins and a fifty rupee note in his hand;
And a ten rupee note in the held behind left hand. 
The poor boy's poor calculation
Dropped a stone into my well
And made a resounding shake!
Therefore, before I returned the tiny innocent fellow his coins,
I kissed and kissed on his brow 
And oh had a long hug!

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