The Friday Market

The weekly friday market has come to life again
what was a once a desolated place till yesterday
people have converged in their hundreds today
having got a lot of wares ready to sell and barter.

From far and near many have come with hopes
to satisfy their buying instincts and daily needs
the market has become busy with noise and dust
one wonders when they will stop to walk and rest.

As a fleet of vehicles move in and out with people
on the lookout for perfect buyers and sellers alike
children crowd around the small shops with toys
egging their hesitant parents to buy one or two.

Ladies eyeing the glass bangle shops with glee
the bangle seller adorning his giggling buyers
garment shops are witnessing too much rush
all flock to these to try out their clothed dreams.

The fruit vendors are armed with their farm loads
of sweet melons and tumbling plums of all colors
vegetable vendors lend the greenery to the site
the spice shops tend to water your eyes and senses.

The earthen ware and pots getting baked in the sun
the carpets and the woven shawls swaying to the wind
the umbrellas and jute bags reminding you of the rain
the dry nuts and the dates beckoning you to have a bite.

In short you have got everything asked for and wished
it is time to take rest and enjoy freshly ground coffee
as evening sets, you leave, heavily laden with your goods
some you wished you never bought as an after thought.

The hawkers are busy tying their unsold merchandise
counting their profits and lost opportunities with time
it is time to wind up and say goodbye to the market
which will stand desolate once again till next friday…