Jaggery Sellers

by Dr. Abu Siddik

They come with winter

And make our street home

By hanging tarpaulin over their heads.

Plastic jars filled with dark-brown molasses,

Or golden-brown jaggery in the shape of

Beach balls and bricks wrapped in papers

Circle the peasants.

Barren couples with long hair,

Old boys and their good girls,

Homecoming passers-by for a while

Rub shoulders with the weedy sellers

And part with lighter feet.

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