I didn't do on my shoe not willingly
Rather they refused to bear me
Walking no jumping ahead fast
Rest a while; rest; didn't pay heed my words
Walking across the shadowy path; dark forest
Passed jig-jug whirled round the mounting up
Fatigue extremely fatigue yet running and running
Suddenly I dreamt the shoe turned into bird
Flying and flying; the trees are keen to shelter
They ask to sit on the greenish brunches
The shoe flying and flying wouldn't like to sit
But must sit questing cheek
So called gentle men's cheek to be sat on....
Mounting up! With the status of life around you. Thanks for sharing.
A wonderful imaginative poem.While walking the poet imagines his shoes to turn birds and fly to welcoming green branches of trees.It is a bit difficult for me to understand the last two lines..
Like a plane first runs on wheels, then takes off and starts flying......your dreamy shoe first runs and gets fatigue and then starts flying.....good imagination...
something of a Magic from Gupi gayeen Bagha bayen......wonder if shoes had wings? ... thanks
Suddenly I dreamt the shoe turned into bird Flying and flying; the trees are keen to shelter They ask to sit on the greenish brunches The shoe flying and flying wouldn't like to sit....... very interesting poem. shoe becoming bird. imagination. great and a little bid wild. thank you very much dear poet. tony
Thank you Rajnish. You are right to some extent. Obviously in the society all are not equal. Every one is characterised differently. But statistically if you consider then a trend can be detected. That inspires me writing such poem. Again many many thanks for going through this ordinary poem.