His gentle gapes
Standing under the sultry shade
Fire ball bouncing head to toe
Burning the hopeless eyes
Eyelashes eyeing with sweat
Noonish beams offering frigid warmth
Beholden bowing to Mem sahib
Silhouettes slip from deluxe car
Grumbling madam whined
At sagging yellows and greens
Haggard hawk this hawker was
Ma’am haggled to half the cost
Chink and clink in the empty box
He sat tight from day to night.
