Poor Bangle Seller

 Usually I saw a Bangle seller,

     Holding bangles in different colour.

  A tall fat person with a long beard,

    All day to sell bangles work hard.

 

 Selling bangles in every lane in the city,

    Crying...take bangles with much pity.

 Every morning to sell bangle he comes,

   With the hope for maximum income.

But when luck favours he earns more,

   His big family enjoys with cheer.

Due to lock down I don't see him here,

  I think he lived in sorrowful tears.

I remember when his loud voice heard,

  My mom and aunts of our lane rushed,

With much eagerly they buy bangles,

 By seeing benefits he feels them angels

 My mom usually likes his bangles, 

      Because of its colour and design,

 Whenever he brings new patterns, 

   At first, my mom buys soon.

Sometimes he tells about his sadness,

  Due to poverty facing problems,

Inspite of these tries to educate his son

 astonished to see his determination.

 My mom and aunts often help him,

  Praying to give the power to him,

May God bless him, for fulfilling his wish.