A curd woman carries a pot of yogurt that drips on her moon forehead <br />The crystal white droplets drench the old soul, shouts, "yogurt, <br />Fresh yogurt, churned butter, anyone wants to buy? ", <br />Vegetable man pushes his cart, full of colorful vitamin vegetables, <br />Shouts as usual, "Vegetable, Vegetable, Green vegetables". <br />Fruits seller and fish monger carry their bounties in the baskets, <br />Pots, pans, spoons and brooms are sold on streets, <br />Sweat, tear, longing and desperation in discreet, <br />What place do the multinational whole sale retailer hit, <br />On the soil of poor people, where people live as dogs and cats. <br />Please stay away from us and we are not the good market, <br />as the habit of descendant will not let you see the profit.<br /><br />veeraiyah subbulakshmi<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/please-stay-away-our-people-have-to-survive/
