An apple seller pushes his cart towards home <br />And the sale is very low as everybody asks grapes. <br />The other day when he brought grapes, <br />They query about apples. <br />Selling fruits is very hard nowadays and he muttered himself; ' Next time I must take sedatives and drag their pockets.'<br /><br />nimal dunuhinga<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-frustrated-street-vendor/
