Boxes, Sacks, and That Market
Boxes, Sacks, and that Market
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Many boxes and sacks,
putting on my cart-
I'm out today.
Labyrinths of the world,
many isles to go,
items to value, sell or maybe even to buy,
in those markets kept in front of me.
I have a great stock to sell,
you know;
This one is love, lots of it;
the other one is emotion,
oh, and that one?
yes, sincerity that is.
Kind of cliché, I know-
but this is all I have to sell.
I see all the arrows in your market,
telling me to go here and there, and further;
But I got one arrow after one-
hidden in my chest, buried deeply-
received trying selling my goods.
I get lured by the glowing sign that you hang,
where I can sell my everything;
or try buying rather,
some potion to heal that wound of my heart.
But I don't have a stock that sells,
or can't buy or find an elixir.
Yes, I am the irony my friend;
hidden from all,
in this thriving market.
Copyright © Pinaki Ranjan Mukherjee | Year Posted 2018
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