The Quaint Bazaar

Ekta Sachdeva posted under Poetry Tale-a-thlon S3: Poetry on 2023-08-21

I recall Accompanying my mother To the market on Saturdays ‘Twas  so much fun Sauntering paths holding her hand With the dangling basket The redolence assailing my nostrils Of  the cakes, chocolates and cream rolls Imploring me to devour Mom busily buying veggies Haggling and bargaining with the vendors Ignoring my demands Me bursting into cherubic giggling At  the sellers Who spoofed the eclectic offerings With the heavy bags Heading away towards the home From the din and bustle of exquisite trove.   Penmancy gets a small share of every purchase you make through these links, and every little helps us continue bringing you the reads you love!