Squatting beside the narrow lane
On the way to the local market
Shombhu,well versed in his trade
I wonder what stuff he's made
The faded bedsheet old and dusty
How could he be so zealous,so gutsy?
Ill-fed,scrawny,yet well-mannered
Nary a complaint never a hearty laugh
True poor simpleton he is yet so tough
His heels and soles are cracked and scaly
The winter air has not spared his skin
No!! he isn't a beggar ,he fixes plastic straps
Straps for humble Hawaiian chappals
Frayed cotton wrap keeping chill at bay
Passers by hardly look at him..go on their way
Few months back I broke my chappal's strap
Needed a new pair of V straps
Ambled upto him and told him to change them
"It'll cost fifteen"said he nonchalantly
Silently I approved-- he began his work
While paying I was shocked-he had only one arm!!
I love your style bishu!
I love your style bishu! Never apologise! Hugss
Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS
"Well, it's love, but not as we know it."
Somehow I waver from the strict poetry style
Thank you Respected SSmoothie for your kind read.Somehow I waver from the strict poetry style.In any case I just don't care since I don't ever call myself a poet & neither am one.
©bishu