A rose made of gold foil
catches my attention.
The flower looks delicate
glimmers in the sunlight.
It is a beautiful souvenir,
I decide to buy.
Bargaining is a part of me,
I commence my dialogue.
“Ask half the price of the quote”
whispers my aunt.
I converse with the seller,
who demands an unimaginable price.
I express concern
The dealer glances at me with contempt.
He puts back the rose in its place
bids me to quit. I depart.
On the way, I find another dealer
courteous and condescending.
I purchase the rose for a fair value
not for half the price.
This fellow shows business acumen
enhanced by a benign smile
His ethics play the sport.
Tremendous is the compensation.
3 replies on “Rose Of Gold Foil”
Good read Meena
You are welcome Meena