The ordinary muslim with broken shoes

Not from the mighty and definitely not the majestic
just the common folk with broken soles and broken words


not a scholar by far,not a student by much
with coarse hands , just mending our ways
I notice your smile,whenever we meet
a jest , a laughfor everything goes


you ask so muchwhile I evade when possible
those open-ended, unending questions

why must you know,
and why must you ask?
I so often wondered , but now I know


our broken shoes, small rooms with nothing
unwittingly draw your attention
and so you ask
while we listen
to the unending
woes and miseries of
our life
with silence
it must be interesting
putting our scattered
pieces
together and
sighing in
wonderment,

thank you.