Poetry: Bugle feets
BUGLE FEETS Image Credit: pixabay.com A happy little person, walking down the street. Whistling are his shoes , confused but happy, smiling and jumping, all he is. Holding mamma's hands, gaining confidence. Walking some more steps, then stopping to feel the silence, but the bugle in his feet . For now, trying hard, to leave the bigger fist. Balancing self and running , still wondering looking at his feet, why the whistle beats along with me? Turning with a strong call, "oh! don't fall" Gives a broad smile, when he finds, "I have left all behind" Now it's just him, his shoes and its beeps . Did you like the poetry and are interested to give your precious time to read more, please click the link below: Poetry: Boundaries Poetry: Little did I knew