Poetry

Shoemaker

Would you make a pair for my rainbow feet?

One shoe for the foot of my native land

to walk up the nrupatunga betta.

And another for the vagabond foot

to wander cities with names and no names

now in a city of illusion

and then in another of hallucination.

I know of bow feet and bow legs

But rainbow feet…I don’t make

the shoemaker said.

And then it took me four rainbows and nine rains

to have the cordwainer understand my shoes.

He is working on my order.

                                                                                   ~Daya Bhat

                                                                                      Bengaluru, India

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