The Shoe

As she flipped through the pages,
Amidst random poses,
And random faces, of strangers,
The Shoe… caught her eye!
A little too familiar,
For the quotidian glance,
A little too blemished,
For the common man,
Highly insignificant,
Amidst mundane glances,
The Shoe… caught her eye!
Is it the same? The Shoe…
The mind wanders,
Memories from time immemorial,
Tied to a string, trickle by,
Comfortably in a cane chair,
In a black cotton shirt,
Sat its owner, miles away,
Quite so in oblivion,
The Shoe… caught her eye!

- ഴൊഎ ക

 

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