On Footpath Poem by Naseem Khan

On footpath
walking with my shadow
I don't remember you
I don't remember your remembrance
even I forget my memory.

On footpath
while walking
I watch my steps
not to smash the head of a child
not to snatch the lost hope of a mother's begging.

On footpath
the sleeping ones, in real, aweakened
in the dreams of others
washing their cars,
or taking out rotten bread off the dustbin
or having polish the shoes.

On footpath
among many things
one can find
stoned eyes,
melted hearts
and sacked dreams.