when they were billing the dolls

now we were at the counter

to price our soaps and hair oil..

the wild child with her trolley

of chocolate boxes

and pink teddy bear dolls

hustled with her sullen mother

putting in a new pencil box..

the  orange t shirt counter man

looked at us

through eyes that have been through..

he lifted the bear by its ear

and put it under the red laser beam..

the chocolate box child

lifted her toy gun at this sacrilege

the  counter man refused to die..

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[vivekanand]

ya, the counter man is not to be blamed.. he too is weary.. thats why i put in the phrase.. through eyes that have been through

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. ah, beautiful ... you're a very perceptive poet ... but then ... in our nation ... that poor fellow at the counter doesn't have much of a life either ... maybe his apparent callousness is just a symptom of his deep rooted existential issues ... maybe ... but this is brilliantly written ... a lot said in such few words ...