Whose was it…

Travelling with a pair of shoes –

A pristine white canvas;

Relentless climbs

And lone journey on rugged path.

Just when someone mentioned her –

‘A fragile being for delicate life,’

She kept me gripped to adventure

And led me home clean feet;

Not one but many

Imprints on her surface

Etched memories

Of the victorious…

A stubborn self?

Unsuspecting shoes?

Susceptible minds?

Or our complete trust?

Whose was it anyway,

When a pristine white canvas

Enamoured me to consider

Travelling with a pair of shoes?

                        Copyright © 2016, Deeya Nayar-Nambiar

 

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