The Book Fair

To the 
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on a hot Monday morning
I went.
I was told there'd be stalls
lots of stalls
mostly food
bad and costly too
some books there would be
that was the story;
and people!
there would be thousands
and thousands.
I went
I saw
a single book store
'kavi poth salpila'
a kiosk for poetry
that was the ad
it was HUGE
this abode for the lyrical
in it were poets
between covers
lots of them
and there was a quiet man
a writer and proprietor,
there was a poet
who preferred not to talk verse
and a reader, like me,
in awe.