Coronization of a poem penned by famous Hindi poet Late Bhavani Prasad Mishra

( Yes Sir,Madame, I sell Poems)  

जी हां हुज़ूर, मैं गीत बेचता हूं,

मैं तरह-तरह के गीत बेचता हूं,

मैं किसिम-किसिम के गीत बेचता हूं !

Yes Sir/Madam I sell the grief and sorrow

Yes Sir/Madam I sell the grief and sorrow

Of different kind and design

With a wide price range

Initially I felt some inhibition

But then I thought

In a world where people have sold their conscience

No harm in selling the grief and sorrow

Kindly tell what kind of sorrow and grief you cherish

Customers' choice is supreme 

This grief is from New Delhi's Nigam Bodh Ghat

This is from Mumbai's Chandan Badi

And this grief is special 
From the Manikarnika Ghat of  eternal city of Varanasi 
Dear Sir/Madam I know 

Selling the sorrow and grief is a sin

But I have to keep in mind 

Demands by customers

Customer, they say, is second name of God