SHOE
There was just one left of the two,
My beautiful costly pair,
Was no more there,
The one left stared and teased,
I was much aggrieved,
When I saw him coming on a wheel chair,
Two legs without any feet I then saw there,
Legs without a pair of shoes,
With so many marks of bruise,
A smile danced on the face handsome,
No he did not cry, threw no tantrum,
My surprise turned into tears,
Felt foolish about my airs,
Lovingly I looked at my old pair,
Polished and shining they looked new and rare,
Happily I put them on,
All the bitterness of the lost shoe now gone,
When he can be without feet two,
Should I be crying for a lost shoe!
©®Madhumita
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