Discarded in the gutter,
Trailed by the way of my journey,
A pair of my old worn out shoes
Never to walk in the streets again.
As my body rolled onto the gurney
To throw me away in the death chamber,
My gnarled toes and feet
Stuck in earth by the burden
Of my head to toe,
Wetted in blood tickling sweats
I create during my whole life.
Tucked inside the shoes,
Never I’d take my shoes off from my feet.
Which made every walks of my life
Comfortable in the streets,
Alas! Someone put off my shoes
To throw away in the gutter.
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An Old Worn Out Shoes
Pushpa Ratna Tuladhar
(C) All Rights Reserved. Poem Submitted on 10/27/2020
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Poem topics: death, journey, walk, head, earth, create, body, away, life, never, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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