I sell Peace

a poem by Shah Pravinchandra Kasturchand

This is my lovely shop,
It remains always open;
When you enter in to it,
Find the items one by one.

You are weak and eaten,
Look sickly and shaken;
Why not enter in my shop,
And buy cure all in one?

You look happy and very well,
But frankly in my ears tell;
With row of houses, Q of cars,
Are you sure you are all well?

Then you must visit my shop,
And buy the item that I sell;
Surely, take, this is for you,
Now you will be really well.

What is this piece that I sell?
What is its price, shall I tell?
For this you hop into this shop,
If you really want to be well.