Looking for a lolly,
Or perhaps a lie,
For her father's pockets were empty.
She skipped past a temple
With old couples singing and clapping
And rocking back and forth.
She looked at the chappals,
A beautiful blue.
A mischievous sheen in her eyes.
She slyly slipped her too small feet in,
Like a broken crayon in its peel.
Bedazzled by the contrast,
Of her toes
And the wonderful blue.
Sighing at the soft fuzziness
That entombed her feet.
A shove to her body,
The chappals snatched away.
The lady's face twisted with rage
And perhaps pity.
She pressed a 20 rupee note in her hand,
And said - "Go, eat something you want."
But you see,
The lady didn't understand.
For the little girl was still staring at the blue chappals,
And remembering their feel.
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A Geek's Musings
PoetryJust about some poetry about an introvert trying to find her footing in life and despite her shy nature, she is still striving to write some poetry.. Also all the pictures are from pinterest!! Beautiful as they may be, they are not mine..
