The
satay man
Put
up his tent and stall
Put
up his lighting
Even
burning charcoal
He
is ready for his business
By
night fall weather changes
The
wind blowing fiercely
Rattling
his tent as he looks anxiously
The
wind talking to his tent
He
stays put burning satay for me
When
he has done
He
packs it up for me
He
brings to me in the restaurant
When
he walks away
The
weather changes quickly
The
strong wind blowing hard
The
heavy rain lashes on his tent
The
satay man has to lower his tent
He
has to keep his goods
The
charcoal stove is wet
His
wife and son run to take shelter
He
stays in his tent keeping an eye on his satay
The
wind keep lashing on his tent
Sometimes
it tries to lift it up
But
the tent holds firmly
When
the rain reduces its intensity
I
make my way to my car and drive away
By
the time I reach home the rain has stopped
I
guess the satay man will continue his business
Though
he may not get many customers
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