Old Shoe Poem by MAHTAB BANGALEE

Harsh street; concrete, rubbish sand, resin all in raw
No pavement except this, I walk with you on its paw
Love you all the way, through the sun and the clouds
By breeze and cuckoo melody, walk more to avoid routs
In solitary walk forward to abolish all agony of touts
Village after village, river after river walk in no shouts
Your love makes me walker lower to upper, east to west
North to south all of life walk with you as more as best

Thorny hurt of time devours your youth in each step law
Your incessant intimacy calls a rest for the biting mouth
From walking with you put off the attire to avoid jest
Past youth of you O' darling dear you are in timing saw
Buds of rose is in youth, except your exhausting proud
The sepulcher invites you O' walker's shoe in no test


-06/02/18 (14 Lines For My Old Shoes)