MARTIAN VOCATION
 
 
 
 

When I got up early morning

I found a pair of shoes

Whom should they belong to?

But to a man with a glittering nose!

 

He was a timid Martian

Who made lovely shoes

Scented with a blooming fragrance

Just like the kids in perfumed clothes

 

He had a wide range of shoes

And a huge variety of boots

I bought a pair of sandals

In mars they were known as brandels

 

I want to be a shoemaker

Settled comfortably in mars

And sell my precious shoes

Which would even attract a gloomy goose!

 

~Ashai Sachdeva~


 

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