Looking All Around - Poem by Vera Sidhwa
I noticed I always looked at the ground
When I walked either fast or slow.
I wondered why I did that and I didn't even know.
I think it was to keep my feet in a straight row.
Now I walked and saw left and right.
I noticed the coming of the night.
I noticed the cars' sight.
As I looked left and right.
Now I only looked straight ahead of me
Not looking to see
What was nearby me
Because I was not interested.
But the sidewalk protested
And told me otherwise.
Now I walked by scooters, skateboards and bikes
And all such likes.
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