My Tattered Shoes

I was given a pair of shoes as a gift.
For me, they were a perfect fit.
A new found happiness for a child unrestrained,
Rejoicing and dancing, as if heavens just rained.

Adorned they were by a few holes in them,
From where the colors of sunshine peeped in.
Uncomely they were for the eyes outside.
But for me, they were nothing less than true pride.

I could walk anyway I wanted
Ebullient, I was the least daunted.
But those shoes, they defied society’s yardstick.
And so I discarded them for a “fancy” pick.

I walked the way I was taught.
Even when I was clearly fraught.
My countenance did betray the thoughts within.
But I was not the one to give in.

Following a toy soldier, I tried to stand undefeated.
Carrying the load I was clearly heat treated.
But never did I lose my sangfroid.
Even when I was awfully annoyed.

But now after all these civilized years,
And all these unperturbed tears,
I yearn for those tattered shoes,
Which aptly taught me the ones and twos.

So when you see my composure wail,
Or when my steps are frigid and frail,
Remind me of my tattered shoes,
And I’ll be dancing and singing the blues.
‘Cause I’m sure I can pay all my dues
When I’m truly in my own tattered shoes.

The Drifter’s Dilemma

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Rose in the air,
The fumes of victory.
After deserts and despair,
Fields green, finally.

Clear blue sky,
Soothing wind playing.
An alluring lie,
Or stars shining?

A divine soul appears,
An angel without disguise.
All sorrow clears
By those enchanting eyes.

Mesmerised by the beauty,
A drifter, a wanderer,
Losing his sanity?
Forgetting his nature?

With eyes blinking,
He tried to decide.
The turbulent drifting?
Or the tranquil side?

Being a drifter,
He chose to stride.
“Why?”, asked the nature.
The curiosity could not hide.

Replied the drifter :-
“I drift through the dark
To put on a flight.
A necessary part,
To appreciate the light.”