My Old Feet. Poem by Subhadip Bhattacharya

My Old Feet.

Of how my feet,
A feet of a man
In his fifties
Slowly, methodically crumble
Under the pressure of time.

And I still think
That one day,
One fine morning
Everything will be alright.

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