'Model shirt is not necessary,
Hand over the cloth'' said my daddy!
With the help of the pen he keeps in his ear,
the personal tailor of my daddy writes the
measurement of hand, shoulder and body
by heart on the corner of the new cloth!
Before the introduction of ready-made dresses,
I was adamant in not wearing the dresses
stitched by him without inner pocket
in my adolescent age!
While the daddy was smashed and died
in an accident, the label 'SK tailor' stitched
behind the collar revealed
the identity!
Since we have been seeing the enlarged face
in the photo for the past few years,
my daddy may be still living in his remembrances
with the same length and breadth!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem