The poor Grocer

A shop keeper was getting old

He used to be a lot charitable

But offlate he was needing it

Now that new ones sprouted

Not many frequented his shop

He did not sell modern goods

His grocery was way too limited

What he had been selling all along

But he persisted on with little profit

His shop and his stock became old

Many needy came to him for help

He started giving what his shop could

One day finally the shop had nothing

Except his faith and lots of patience.

A boy one day came and sat next to him

There is nothing here to give you dear

I am not here to take but to give you

Take this jaggery sell it and pay me

After I come back after a month

Saying so he unloaded a gunny sack

And left our shopkeeper wondering

He kept the jaggery cubes for sale

After keeping some in the sack

Wondering if anyone would buy it

From the next day people flocked to him

For it disappeared from the stocks

Of nearby shops who could not try

To replenish it much as they wished

And wonder of wonders what a sack

It never emptied just like mothers love.

He prospered and waited for the boy

The boy appeared and asked for his sack

Filling it with salt he left with a smile…