Of cobwebs and cobblers

                                                            I
Rummaging the cupboards on a rainy day
found I not just untouched books and sundry,
gazed I the master stroke of the ever mindful master
gentle notice to cast-off the mundane blinder

Passing along the unnoticed, on a melancholy street at night,
 moon above peeped over its jeweled blanket, fearful of  tempest's might
glanced I, at a silent worker unmindful of devil lurking,
busy with his mending tools under street light- shining.

                                                             II

Cobwebs, salute to thee, o monarch of sacrifice
thou conquer the things forgotten ,by stupid me
caught in the vast machine of monotonous working,
only to be led away by hands' shuffling and tongue's cursing.

Great is thy service to the forgetful humans,
too busy to follow their whispering hearts
jarring nudge by your presence, on tools once beautiful
awakens man to pursuit of undiscovered bountiful.

                                                           III

Ode to you , O cobbler of careworn travelers
busy in mending shoes into their former selves
thou sits in a nook forever, sans comfort and safety
yet becomes beacon to others- lanes to unending beauty.

Like the tower clock, you stay fixed and unstir
bending meticulously on broken 'soles' and torn leather
hearing their stories of traveled roads  many and weary
pushing them to walk for miles to come for the ultimate glory.

                                                           IV
Grateful to thee, the two silent guardians
O! ever changing and unchanging entities
while one reminds of hearts wishful murmurs
other enables the walks on the beckoning rainbows.

Let us reach the sky with the papers and pencils
pull down the tempest with  fearless heart beats
let the moon come out for once into the open
and we gaze at the unveiled  beauty with admiration.