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SHOES

Walking across the Brooke
We admire all around but fail to look
What would happen if they barefooted you
Bleeding from the rough stones,you would hardly have any clue
Just like we rarely see what parents do
Always acting like a shield and behaving like a shoe.

A shoe is useless without its sole
And so is a human being without his soul
The physical body is just a broken shoe
Only the mind can decide what it can do;
A pair of shoes is a great resource
But a single one,worthless even with herculean force
So is the society,so are we
Who wins is always 'us' and not the 'me'.

Ever noticed the shoelaces
That you tie in a load of paces
One loose one tight just a perfect balance
So like your traits to build the proper performance
All day long you work so hard
And so do your shoes without saying a word
Still they prefer to be on the ground
Being so humble till success is found
No matter what they are never proud
Never like your mouth,so loud.



The new ones look so fashionable and cool
But fails to be comfy and dull
Just like moving from school to college
All the while exciting yet on the edge;
They lose their color and shine
As they grow,yet seem to be working fine
Just like the human body and mind
Does so well being too kind
But once in a while they need a good polish
To rewind and save from feeling hellish.
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