In last three months or so
a few achievements i made
and two trophies i won–
one for my old trousers
one for my torn shoes
I offered my trousers to the tailor
and within a quarter of an hour
the dry hands gave it back,
oh! exact in length and breadth,
as my size demands,
only a hundred i gave, and rewarded in countless ways–
To add air to my sailing days
the other day the shoemaker snatched my shoes
and briskly worked on it for a while
and made it new again
lo! my joy had no bounds
now, my trousers are perfect in lines
and my shoes hardly hurt my toes
Now, my shoes and my trousers
are things of joy
and wherever i go i feel at home–
from the butcher’s shop to the boxer’s ring
from the cemetery to the citadel
from the art gallery to the harlot’s cabin
from the chambers of learned men
where people fight for a slip
to the sprawling slums
where children play with rejected tyres
and elderly cough on dying cots
In last three months or so
a few achievements i made
and two trophies i won–
one for my old trousers
one for my torn shoes
