The Cobbler's Secret

Khan saab, my shoe is torn again,

Did someone poke it, cause me pain?

Not the shoe, not your name,

Just fix it quiet, play the game.

What’s the job? What do you mean?

You want the shoe to look pristine?

Patch it up, give it care,

Make it shine, show you’re aware.

It’s more than leather, more than thread,

It’s stories stitched, words unsaid,

A cobbler’s hands, a secret kept,

Through every stitch, a promise slept.

The cobbler’s secret, under the night,

Fixing hearts while fixing shoes right.

It’s love, it’s trust, it’s a little scheme,

A patch of hope, a hidden dream.

They think it’s just a pair of shoes,

But I mend hearts when they lose.

Today for love, I work in vain,

Tomorrow they’ll know the pain.

In laughter, in whispers, in what we say,

The cobbler’s secret won’t fade away.

It’s stitched in time, it’s meant to be,

A shoe, a heart, a mystery.

It’s more than leather, more than thread,

It’s stories stitched, words unsaid,

A cobbler’s hands, a secret kept,

Through every stitch, a promise slept.

The cobbler’s secret, under the night,

Fixing hearts while fixing shoes right.

It’s love, it’s trust, it’s a little scheme,

A patch of hope, a hidden dream.

So mend your soul, mend your shoe,

The cobbler knows just what to do.

And when you walk with secrets kept,

The cobbler smiles while you’ve stepped.