Squeaky Armour Poem by Ranjit Ravindran
Squeaky Armour
Shoes with whistle, I still remember,
Guarded my feet like a squeaking armour;
Every step applauds with squeaks,
And showered kisses on the cheeks.
26 DEC 2009, 2006 Hrs
This is in response to Joy(Haiku) , by Ms. Mamta Agarwal. This haiku made me remember how I ran across the streets wearing a pair of whistling shoes, how the squeaks attracted attention of the onlookers who planted kissess on my chubby cheeks.
Thank you Ma'am for raking up my sweet childhood memories.
very nice...these shoes are a big hit with kids and their parents...great walk down the memory lane
The poem is very sweet. It brought back memories of my childhood...when life was so carefree and joyous
What sweet thoughts of an adorable little boy. Our memories are special treasures, especially of a happy childhood. '10! ' for you Ranjit. Warm Wishes, Marilyn
Childhood flavour down the memory lane is ever significant...yours is no exemption...nice write indeed
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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12/3/2024 12:13:32 AM # 1.0.0
Ranjit, am so happy the haiku brought back joyous memories of childhood. you capture and relive your joy with good imagery. Happy new year Mamta