(126) The fair.

(126) The fair.



Variety of vegetables and plastic tubs,
from combs to containers, under shady roofs,
all of straw and palm leaves,
an improvisation of Nature even when withered,
green vegetation and thirsty vendors,
thirst doubled to quench and to sell
to make the FAIR A FAIR event,
for the eager innocent villagers,
a pleasant retrieve from their routine,
the stalls presented a rich feast,
for the searching eyes.
The woman displayed their ignorance
by splitting the betel leaves by their side.
The green leaves in baskets were
watered in sprinkles to protect from
Slow withering,
as a coughing child by a caring doctor
be administered medicine.
As the bright hour receded,
when darkness made inroads,
I feared to tread upon a very thick thread,
lying on the narrow road,
many a thread in possession by the merchants,
as  tardy by a hardcore labourer,
for binding and unbinding their commodities,
discarded as unwanted for the hour,
construed it as a snake and never foresaw to
bump ,hit against a boulder,
scratches on the nose and face bleeding,
ass I was walking back home,
 a truck laden,with vegetables and fresh greenery,
speeding for the next day fair,
not to heal the scratches on my face.