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Rating: 4.7

You leave your footstep with an imprint.
Regardless I’m lined and padded with dust and grime.
You wipe and scour your shoe to shine,
Stamp me with sand and scraps, which is apparent.

You wipe, you rub, and you prod your stiletto heels.
The Nikes and the Adidas, suffocate me with their spikes.
You even dare sometimes, to wheel your grubby bike
And place black tracks, impossible to conceal.

Big feet, tiny feet, some old and heavy ones too.
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Sunday, September 6, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: doorstep
Geetha Jayakumar 02 August 2016

A Wonderful write on Doormat. You have given importance to doormat using vivid imagery. Concluded very well.. Loved reading it.

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Roseann Shawiak 01 February 2016

What a very clever poem this is, I enjoyed it thoroughly. An ordinary object delegated to a position of honor and respect through your poem, you have indeed given it a loftier place that I had ever thought or conceived of. In retrospect seeing the life of a wife and mother in comparison, uniquely showing the value of both in the end. Great message! Touch of humor beneath the surface totally added to the joy I felt in reading this poem! Give it 100/10's! Thank you for sharing it, loved it! RoseAnn

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Rizwan Saleem 12 November 2015

A lovely insight to an object. You have given life to something so trivial. Well done

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Amitava Sur 17 September 2015

Very nice poem with a minute observation being made. There is no imagination but all the facts are scripted here. Thanks a lot for sharing it.

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Ratnakar Mandlik 14 September 2015

The flight of imagination of the poetess is fantastic as also the grip on the subject matter and it's minutest details. Simply a perfectionist mind-set.

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Mj Lemon 14 September 2015

The dusty savior....Such great phrasing. Indeed, we really don't know what we have, what we need, what we rely on....until it's gone, and even if just goes away for just a day. Great poem. Thanks for sharing.

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Seema Jayaraman 10 September 2015

I sit and converse with the door, waiting for the next pair of feet to reign...once again so beautifully and cleverly crafted..I see the co-relation between the doormat and the housewife.. I guess most of Indian stay at home ladies would feel like this including my mom these days with me barely lending a helping hand...hats off

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Valsa George 07 September 2015

This is a fantastic write Roopa! From the trivial, you have woven such eloquence! Your comparison of a housewife to a door mat is so very apt. You have beautifully and gracefully done the comparison! If we simply say the house wife is like a doormat, there is much indignation and protest hidden in the words! But the image of the uncomplaining door mat that lies waiting for 'another pair of feet to reign' is simply superb! Though a house wife's job is painful, she welcomes it! The final realization that 'I am part of the family and the second focus after the door key' is so relieving and she feels that she is not dumped away but the WELCOME sign is written all over her in red! Simply superb!

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Ramesh Rai 06 September 2015

Contribution of doormat in keee the house clean is absolutely an outstanding job . The poem takes us to the reality of life. Life without doormat is always full of pains and sorrows... Importance of being a good doormat is much provocative and inspiring. Thanks for sharing.

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Abdulrazak Aralimatti 06 September 2015

The poem conveys the message that even an ordinary thing like a mat is very significant and all things small or big are significant

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