At dusk, sitting on the side of a crowded street, <br />a poor thin old man was selling, <br />a few yellowed dirty cauliflowers. <br />People were on the hurry home. <br />‘'Go away cow.. don't eat my garden harvest! '' <br />Our eyes met.. I smiled, <br />‘'Sir, it's only 10 rupees...'' <br />I don't need the cauliflowers, <br />but still I bought two. <br />Above the half -moon smiled. <br /> <br />(Belgaum, Karnataka India)<br /><br />spiritual seeker<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/cauliflowers/
