My Short Sales Stint

Dusty roads teeming with traffic,

Sleeves rolled up, seated on a scooter that’s rustic,

Ferrying across the route to market,

Through a puddle of dust and dirt.

Shopkeepers smoking beedi give orders and Haryanwe Hindi dose,

Short breaks in between that keep me away from doze,

I come back to hear them say ‘Zyada chahiye margin’,

The haggling continues, I think with a grin.

SKUs in the form of packets, bottles, sachets and cases,

We fill them in all the available shelf spaces.

Malls, star outlets, shops large and small,

Irrespective of size, we visit ‘em all.

Soups, Noodles, Dhooth and Dahi,

With pride we say, ‘Taste bhi, Health bhi’.

BarOne, KitKat, MilkyBar and Munch,

We sell them even in times of financial crunch.

Cycleboys, Salesmen, Officers and Managers,

They all have their respective monthly targets.

Those who meet them are all merry and gay,

FMCG is SALES is what they all say.. :)