At Sunday Market In Srinagar

At Sunday Market in Srinagar --------------------- 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!