Poem: The Pop-up Marketplace

By: Debleena Majumdar

marketplace

Right behind the corner,
Right below the neon lights,
Springs up everyday,
The pop-up marketplace.
What will you buy today?

Designations decked up
In priceless crystals,
Buzzwords weighed by
A kg of likes and shares,
What will you sell today?

Hide your hurt hour,
Sell your soul hour,
Ppt version 49 hour,
Watch the watch hour,
What’s your hour today?

One day the marketplace,
Offered Ideas and Dreams.
A dozen for a Rupee.
But ideas should be free!
Who would buy that day?

So the pop-up Marketplace.
Popped up with stories new.
Everyone but a buyer
Everyone but a seller
What’s your story today?

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