Polished Shoes Poem by Devanshi Khetarpal

Polished shoes
Are grass blades fomented with dew,
A mirror reflection of you,
A cloud etched upon the sky,
A hand waving in the zephyr.

Polished shoes
Symbolise toil,
Are an effigy of perfection,
An evidence of your self,
An object of your making.

Polished shoes
Are an onerous doing,
The brush may wear out,
And the polish may deplete,
Yet I fancy wearing 'em.

Polished shoes
Make me look grand,
I stand out from the rest,
It's akin to a halo on my chief,
It is like walking with the Midas' touch.