Livelihood Poem by Pradip Chattopadhyay
Livelihood
The passing feet
That stops before him
He greets.
Come sir stand here in peace
Get them shining at five rupees
Five minutes’ please
For just five rupees
Then, sir, go on your way
Have a nice day.
While they stand
Deftly moves his hand
Dabbing white cream
On pairs of five rupee dream
An intent drive
Rusted leather must come alive.
Then he let go free
Grabs the five rupee
Gets back his eyes on the street
He needs many more feet to greet.
People who eke out a living, polishing shoes also render a great service! With five rupees we buy shine to our shoes! But his eyes are focussed on the advancing steps! Nice observation and interesting poem! !
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4/25/2024 5:40:28 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Quite a nice poem about shoeshine with keen observation of the poet.