THE MARKET PLACE

MARKET PLACE

Shout sound for identity,
When, where to break the chain of attention?
With different colors of shape set the mind boggling,
The sun rays smiles on their toils,
Free me, my hat shy the speaking sun,
For the kids at home stomach watches heaven,
Hunger negotiate how much I pay to fill these sacks,
The mouth shout to scream for just a penny,
In the end we leave our toils to the dust,
We sat and shout our intestines,
For our future we say,
But where lies it, is there any?
Multiples of ants surrounds this sweet sugar,
Truly it a market day,
But I live for home with my tongue sour,
She baffles in shout, you dont say,
Again, where lies the shout in my toils,
The sun understand why the stream dries in days,
It a shame? No, now one understand her toils,
The pity ones are her fisheries,
For there is no market place for her exhibits?
Insults pointed at her blunt knife,
Where is the stone to sharpen? Hmm!!
For her market is off,
Trust me, soon you will see her engulf in smiles,
That is a new market place.

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