Poetry: Bugle feets

 

      BUGLE FEETS


Mother holding baby
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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.




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Comments

  1. Shikha P11 October 2022 at 20:33

    Beautiful..wanted to go back to the days..jumping with joy holding Mamma's hand

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    1. Rekha Debnath (life line)1 November 2023 at 18:55

      Thanks for sharing your view. Hope I have reached your thoughts through my poem.

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