Soles Poem by Vinaya Joseph

In the quiet corner of the room they lay,
A pair of shoes, worn and frayed,
Each scuff, a tale of roads once tread,
Through fields of green, or cities red.

Their soles, imprinted with journeys past,
From mountains high to shores vast,
They've danced in rain and walked in snow,
In moonlit nights and sun's warm glow.

Through laughter shared and tears they've seen,
They've carried dreams, both big and keen,
With every step, they whispered tales,
Of victories won and ships set sail.

Though worn and weary, they stand tall,
For they've witnessed life's rise and fall,
A pair of shoes, oh, if they could speak,
The stories they'd tell, would leave us weak.