Hawker Poems - Poems about Hawker

As The Note-Taking Girl scribbles And absentmindedly quibbles Her fingers are animated wriggles Churning out eccentric squiggles: Letters of Ever Clumsy Angles, One like a creeper that tangles, As many like threads in singles, Wherefore her teacher openly wrangles And after explosion stiffly dangles Before her the option of A Street Hawker Bearing a case with or without a locker And around patrolling...

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O Yes Here only flowers in my crate Red, white, green, blue, pink, purple ……. Colorful many flowers No; there is no thorn No; there is no hate There no pain can born O really sorry I do not sell Scriptures sticker Here you are Ma'm for the flowers I’m just a hawker From the bazaar of heart I’m just hawker of love May 12, 2020 Chattogram...

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One lonely, chilly night, I awoke to faintly hear a rap, rap, rap coming from my front door knocker. Too curious to ignore, I opened it a crack, and there stood a man, tall and wan, a strange night hawker. He wavered as he stood, askew, as quietly he talked of cemetery plots for sale, not...

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She knows him to be a destroyer Oblivious of having made her, a self-destroyer. With great passion she hates him But gave herself to him. Here he comes again To make her do what she hates. Fun you may say she derives now and again But disgust is what she accommodates. The only way out, though she seeks For freedom she loves to obtain. There...

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She hawks with dusk, Aft gloom slightly waters the earth. Proclaiming her filthy bodies With seductive strides Amidst the lawn of preys. Hoping that her veiled tainted elegance Would lure another victim To the depths of her lavender quilts....

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