Little shoe Vidya Sury

The little leg wrapper,

lay like an invalid…….

as if in grief

twisted and pallid…..

I eyed that little space…..

which cradled a small feet…..

leather webs hitherto…..

shading from heat…….

moaning in quietitude…..

…..with intense zeal

to thrive with……….

two chubby feet’s appeal…….

having fell from the coziness…….

of two tiny tots

…..It seem to be sobbing in grief…….

from this isolation if ….

somebody could reprieve…………

Where was its mate…..?

…..it wondered…..

about its fate……

being the ornament of soft little feets…..

to watch it being worn

must be really a treat…

I peeped and smiled…..

at the little crocs….

….specimen of a sweet hearts’s props……

as I drifted away in thoughts

I saw a boy figure….
beggar boy

lost and distraught……

I turned around to see him……

stature thin and slim……

skin embalmed with layers of dirt….

a look of doubt and smirk….

feets bare….he fancied the one that lay…

they would not fit I said,

buy one I shall pay,

eyes downcast,he mumbled

its for my sibling at home,

but how to use….?

a pair that stands alone……..?

He giggled and said,

one I have at home…..

I found in garbage

I have lived in two different shoes

all my age……………

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7 thoughts on “

  1. That’s beautiful! The loss was penned so beautifully and then the ‘finding’ albeit by someone else was heart warming… in some ways to me, it symbolises the circle of life.

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