This poem is taken from Stand 218, 16(2) May - June 2018.

Udayan Thakker Three Poems
Translated by Dileep Jhaveri

The Cobbler

On my daily route a cobbler sits
like a cancelled bus-stop
Like the toe-hold of a slipper
the lines of smile
have been detached from his face
since years
The cobbler is fixed
on the corner of the road
like some martyr’s memorial stone
and the swift-footed life is fleeting by

He appears seated
even when he gets up
because of his back stooped like a bow
He keeps mending
the customers and the days
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