The Grapeseller Of Nasik Poem by Suresh Kumar EK

The Grapeseller Of Nasik

Rating: 5.0


She was selling Kissmiss
Dry grapes in the trains
'Nasik ka kismiss', the famous
Collected, dried and neatly
Covered in plastic packets
From Nasik's vast orchards.

In the Konkan railway lines
The train was moving slow
Through the enchanting ways
Of lush green western ghats.

She was selling dry grapes
To the sleepy passengers.
A baby was bundled on her back
With chubby cheeks, smiling

But she looked very weak
As though unable to walk
It seemed that she herself was
'Kismis' the well-dried grape.

It could be sure that she was
A beautiful orchard, once
Now dry, poor, alone and poetic
Though, tidy, unclean, and pathetic.

But still, there are two real
Black grapes, not at all dried
Fresh and live with new hopes
In her cute little blue eyes,
Charming, wet and dreaming,
Which reflected upon me as the,
Living images of Indian folks.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Soran M. H 28 September 2020

It seemed that she herself was 'Kismis' the well-dried grape.

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Soran M. H 28 September 2020

The train was moving slow Through the enchanting ways Of lush green western ghats

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Soran M. H 28 September 2020

Black grapes, not at all dried Fresh and live with new hopes In her cute little blue eyes, Charming, wet and dreaming, Which reflected upon me as the, Living images of Indian folks.

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Varsha M 09 January 2021

You have actually brought the real life of train vendors especially females...yes rhis is the situation all over India.... people are really like kismis.... very well written.

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M Asim Nehal 29 September 2020

A descriptive poem, very touchy, a poet's view-point totally differs from others. A poet saw the beauty of Indian women though in pathetic condition.5 ****

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Kostas Lagos 29 September 2020

The hardships of life and the ever-present hope...Excellent

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Anjandev Roy 28 September 2020

In her cute little blue eyes........significant......thank u......anjandev roy.

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Soran M. H 28 September 2020

Our talented poet, thanks for these wonderful poetic images, they are beauty depict in the world of poverty and deprivation. Eating kissmiss and looking at the picturesque view from the train window creates immortal poetry. 5 stars

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