Sitting on the road side bench
looking at the shoppers around
each one buying things so many
leaving nothing out of any
glasses not one or two but ten
baskets of straw,bamboo in another tens
mugs and earthenware altogether in dozens
pillows and quilts in piles without reason
where do they go and stock these all?
had an intention to give a call
and invite someone to a talk
just to find out why they buy so many?
Gave up the idea after great deliberation
fearing they might think of me as an aberration.
bemused and at the same time amazed
watched them purchase everything with a craze.
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