His eyes meet
The passing feet,
They watch.
If from gallops
One stops,
A prized catch!
what to do, when the shoes are coated with dust? an intelligent poem..
Best wishes to the shoeshiner. Sincerely hope he nabs his his catch, which I'm sure would mean the worldto him. beautiful and sobering little poem. Thanks Pradip.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Short and sweet. Yes, , A prized catch...Good write.