The Poet Poem by Girish Goiric

Every dawn, you open your shoes for going down
The fogs disappear as soon as the sun sheds light
On twilight, a black and a white cat purr all of a sudden

Again at dawn, the two cats meow before you open your shoes
You assume that the differences between the two cats are a day and a night
The meow sound--- world's chaos, an eternal friend of silence

One day, you will stop walking barefoot on this earth
The civilization will be counted from your footsteps
How old are you? How much pain have you suffered?
When your child is dying, why your wife's tear has rolled through her forehead
The civilization will unfold those stories
By mapping your footsteps

But, the poets who show their middle finger to the civilization
And walk through the earth with shoes on
How will civilization calculate their histories?