DAILY MARKET.

Legs are trained,to
hault at Calls,
‘Bees Rupya Paao,’
and tongue,to haggle
over each price
you talk of,
‘Das me Dijiye’.
Days trained these
shoulders to brush past,
‘Thoda hatiye,’
and eyes to spot
the fresh of all,
‘Taaza nahi hai?’

It’s the sound
that holds the story,
never letting you
hear what sits
behind.