THE FEET

  

  As night clouds cleared, blazing Sun rose high

  The silent dead roads burst into cacophonic noise

  Like scattered pebbles, a hundred feet rushed

  Frustrated, worried about their hounding future

  Her eyes haunting, lingering hungrily on every feet

 With eyes glued only, on every moving foot, she sat  

 Sports shoes, Costly sandals, cheap chappals

  Spark of nail polished toes, old pealed footwear

  Dozens of feet, until their echo made her ears bleed 

  Finally, she moved her eyes from the road to herself

  Her wheelchair, which her hand started moving

  A plucked creeper, her lifeless leg dangled below