THE HELL OF THE BLIND SELLER.

THE HELL OF THE BLIND SELLER.

 

The iron compartments:

Are tired of my footprints,

Because I walk often,

To trade away my glutton!

 

I sell products:

But they buy my blindness,

I exhibit fortitude,

That’s being dismissed by service attitude!

 

Sometimes my stocks:

Remain unpurchased,

Like my educational stuff,

Being unattended by salaried jobs!

 

Has voyage got a risk?

I know not,

But with blindness and travel merchandising,

My pain is colossal than Columbus!

 

To taste a drop:

Of the transient money,

I drink an ocean of,

Insult, pain and agony!

 

I am unable to sell:

On platform, and near stations,

Because they are being sold,

to the ruler of the power hold!

 

I am being chased:

During vending, from there and here,

And from the family and the public spere,

Then, certainly I have nowhere!

 

My back and leg also ache:

But they don’t hire, or allow me,

To retail under a roof,

But you can’t strangle the bottom from reaching the top!

 

Dr. U. Mahendran.