The Tailor Poem by Parameswaran Nair Damodaran Nair
The Tailor
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
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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
So skilled a tailor was he that he was liked by all his customers
Sleepless nights and restless days made his creations famous around
Freshness smelling dresses he made might have enchanted childre
Bridal robes he designed might have added undefined beauty to bride
College girls in his fashion stitching might have scored much from friends
He is no more and the machine lies there as the monument of his artifice
A refined poetic imagination, Parameswaran. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.
This is my favorite poem dear poet. Your keen observation of the life of an honest tailor is brilliantly depicted in this endearing poem. It gives me enormous pleasure to read this magnificent poem multiple times!
My gratitude for your valuable comments on this poem knows no bounds. The picture of the tailor is the one that had its imprint in my heart from my childhood onwards
I love the way the poet has depicted the life of a tailor. This is a masterpiece dear poet. It gives me immense pleasure to read this beautiful poem time and again.
A majestic poem. I love this wonderful portray of the character of a tailor...a beauty! !
Thank you once again dear friend. A tailor has an important role in the society which only a few realise
There lies on the veranda of the textile shop the old sewing machine, Rusty, dusty and untidy awaitinga successor to the bereaved old tailor....I love this composition so much. My pleasure reading this poem that emanates from the keen observation of the poet multiple times! !
I love this poem that briefly describes life of a tailor
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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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.
You have kept me indebted to you through your superb comments about my poems. I'll remain grateful to you Rajnishji.