Lying there on gravel
caked with cement, dust,
and a tough life
are a pair of working boots.
And I can't help but wonder
about that man
who had to walk it there.
Sometimes, you know,
I also see poems
lying around, gravely.
Overwritten, incomplete and
barely holding a broken heart
and it's pieces.-
1.2 Billion people got yet another Engineer
As India lost yet another Footballer...
Society=1. Dreams=0.-
Your slippers slips,
i explore
and wear it.
My boots are lost,
i find
and put it
into your ground.
Your slippers
is my hibernation
escape
while
i give you
my power
to understand
my dilemmic pain.
thereby,
it's equal now.
putting me
into your shoes,
Judge and Justice
my dilemma.
i am all yours
to follow it,
Sir .
© blessedcurse27
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Dishonest & money hungry journalists are always ready to lick the boots of men in power.
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"when i'm silent in my institution whole the year and at the time of result i'm in top three"
🤣Me to friends;
Kya Aankhen Bahar Agae Teri, Thodi Dair Me Zaban Bahar Ajaige Asai Phad Phadatay Hue…-
Never shall you treat anyone,
like a rug tag on the route,
to wipe your filthy boots,
and travel ahead away.
Cause, if the rug tag is no more,
then the world will see the floor,
the filth that you brought,
and dirt you got, on your boots and more.
Never shall you lessen the worth of the rug tag,
cause it will clear thy way,
or the marks of your filth,
are forever to stay.-
"Rolling in mud is not my choice but to clean the filth is surely my responsibility"
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When yours footprint signature is not long enough, you on a long walk with stolen boots. + R
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