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Brita Roy

Tragedy


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Brita Roy

Tragedy


The Sweet Shop

The Sweet Shop

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When I got off the bus at the busy Gariahat Stop,

 I saw a small girl standing outside a Sweet Shop.

The tempting sweets displayed had mesmerized her,

Her eyes were transfixed; she was not able to stir.


She was a puny figure, must have been seven or eight,

 For just the feast of the eyes, day long she could wait.

She knew she couldn’t have the mouth-watering sweets,

Only the Affluent and Blessed, could afford those treats!


She licked her salivating lips, and gulped once or twice,

To be so tempted, was definitely an obnoxious vice!

Her emaciated body ,was without food for many-a-day,

She looked on longingly, but sighed repeatedly in dismay,


What would folks say if she entered in soiled clothes?

 Would anyone share with her their sweets or her woes?

Her throat felt dry, but her pinched cheeks seemed wet,

Unfortunately, there was no respite from her sad fate!

 


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