Nandini
Nandini
My name is Nandini
I sell pens in the traffic signal
When the signal get orange'd
I sell pens long and elastic pens
I move door after door
Carrying bunches of pen
I knock on the door
Five a pen for ten three pens
But no one buys
They tell we have a pen
Small and fountain pen
I don't know how to write
How to read
But i know how to sell these pens
Someone buy some one buy
Five a pen for ten three pens
Child in door shining pen
Mamma i need i need this pen
Long and elastic pen
How much for a pen?
My age is five
Five a pen for ten three pens
One i sold
Still left in fold
Someone buy Some one buy
Five a pen for ten three pens
Bunches of pen i carry
With each dip of the sun
When the foot paths belong to rich
With each dip of the sun
When the foot paths belong to rich
In between the short skirts white lady's
In between the family's holding small baby's
I carry pen bunches of pen
Long and elastic pens
Some times
Waving hands discard me
Go away with your pen long and elastic pen
We don't need your pen
Your dirty pen
Pen
But i have to raise my hands
From the evening till dark
Because the morning is not going to gift me
A school to use this pen
So i only know to sell these pens
In between the family's holding small baby's
I carry pen bunches of pen
Long and elastic pens
Some times
Waving hands discard me
Go away with your pen long and elastic pen
We don't need your pen
Your dirty pen
Pen
But i have to raise my hands
From the evening till dark
Because the morning is not going to gift me
A school to use this pen
So i only know to sell these pens
Someone buy some one buy
Five a pen for ten three pens
My name is Nandini
I sell pens in the traffic signal
When the signal get orange'd
I sell pens long and elastic pens
Poetry is a music a ry-them if u follow the rules u will
love it so take a glass of wine or a cigarette and read it
smoothly smoothly lovely.
I Wrote this when i had seen a small baby girl selling long and elastic pens at kormangala Sony World Signal Banglore India.
(In This age she should be there in school but she is there in a traffic signal this is India we have to accept it)
Hari Das
