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The Tailor

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Watching the children walking along the road to and fro their schools
My heart leaps high wishing to join their merry-making, cheerful funs
Realising I am not made of flesh and blood my poor heart retreats in dismay
Here on the veranda of this textile shop I have been in deep penance for long
My master will return once with added vigour: death is a temporary absence

There lies on the veranda of the textile shop the old sewing machine,
Rusty, dusty and untidy awaitinga successor to the bereaved old tailor
On my way to the school I had seen the old tailor always busy behind it

With a lighted cigar between his lips and totally lost in his work
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Friday, September 14, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: homage
A tailor's life is dear to the stitching machine!
Rajnish Manga 22 September 2018

This is indeed a masterpiece. Old tailor, his sewing machine, his skill and the thrill it provided in the lives of his clients have all been portrayed superbly. I am glad that I read it. The poem goes in MyPoemList.

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You have kept me indebted to you through your superb comments about my poems. I'll remain grateful to you Rajnishji.

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Rose Marie Juan-austin 06 October 2021

A very touching poem. Wonderful tribute/ remembrance of a great tailor. Beautifully crafted and well expressed.

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Dr Dillip K Swain 09 August 2021

Sir, this is one of your top poems! Brilliantly composed!

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Dr Dillip K Swain 14 January 2021

It's a poem that provides a glimpse of your poetic skills. Great! !

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Thank you very much Dr. Dillip. My heart really leaps on such comments

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Suresh Kumar EK 14 January 2021

Tailor can be a strong image of life itself.

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Thank you very much Suresh Kumar, why cant the tailorbe the creator and the machine the potential?

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Bharati Nayak 30 September 2020

A wonderful and touching tribute to the tailor who had stitched dresses for you and the other school children.Time had taken him away, but his memory is still with you.

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Thank you very much dear Bharati Nayak for picking up and commenting the poem.I remember our school days when we received with thanks our stitched school dress from the tailor.

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