Mala-kristal niyang luha'y nakikita ko namang pumapatak, Hawak-hawak ang bagong sapatos ng kaniyang minamahal na anak, Ang ipagbili iyo'y tila punyal na sa kaniyang puso'y tumatarak, Habang dumadaloy ang mainit na pulang likido sa sugat na umaantak.
Yakap ang munting pares ng sapatos siya'y tahimik na humihikbi, Namalisbis ang mga luha sa pisngi, hapis ay hindi kayang itanggi, Pagdurusa'y kaniyang nadarama mula araw hanggang pagsapit ng gabi, Hinagpis ng isang inang namatayan, ako ngayo'y naging saksi.
Hapdi ng sugat na iniwan, kirot ng damdaming tila nawalan ng buhay, Anak na 'di man lamang naisilang sa isang ina'y unti-unting pumapatay, Aanhin ang bagong sapatos ng isang anghel na 'di man lamang nagkamalay? Hindi pa nakikita ang mundo ngunit hayon siya't payapang nakahimlay.
I can see her crystal tears dripping from her eyes, Holdin' the newly bought shoes of her beloved son, To sell it is like a dagger piercing her heart, Feel's like blood flows from her wound that stings.
Huggin' the little pair of shoes she silently sobbed, Tears rolled down her cheeks, anguish cannot be denied, She feels the pain and agony from day to night, I now became a witness of a mother who's grieving for her child.
The pain of her wounded heart numb her lifeless body, As she grieve for her son that didn't given a chance to be born. Now, what is use of the newly bought pair of shoes, When her child is lying peacefully in his own coffin?
daffodilpearlzzI remember reading this before, but I don't know if I commented. So I am doing it now.
I have read most of what other writers have written, and considering those ones whom I read and wrote for the challenge, this post is unique in its own way. Most importantly, when all of them wrote about shoes, you took a different version of it. Dance shoes (I instantly forgot its name) Amazing Luna
Here come the words of mine, the pourings of my heart, just to perceive one thing .
Recalling the happiest day of mine the day sunrays fell on me I kept awaiting for this one,whom I belongs- to. Eventually you came , held me in the comfy- hands with gleaming eyes and blooming- smile. I then asked , who am I to you ?? ................................................... Even denied of answer , I befriended in each swings of yours, we together probed , together played - and together prospered . Some day I was a saviour in your eyes , and some day a complice, but all of a sudden - I just turn to be a petty stranger . enticed by a zephy blue one , you flipped off me today . My trivial consents never matters you - to took me or to leave me . One answer is enough for me now, who was I to you my friend ?? A playmate , just a fellow traveller or - humble servant ? whatever you calls me , at the end of the day - I am just a "shoe",coated with dust and mud.
I know , no one could imagine going out without me That one necessity your feet needs , Like the peanut butter to your bread , I'll be there walking with you...!
Protection is my work 24×7, Be it rich or poor , young or old From rains to snow to hot desert sands Your feet cries for me in adverse conditions like these !
But often , for my external looks , Brands call me as a product , To sustain their basic needs By selling me of to buyers and influencers ...
Marking a statement here , for the notice of readers Please do keep me clean , so that I feel fresh all the time , Please do not throw me after use , because I do have feelings.. Please do not feed me to stray dogs and cats as their pacifiers! Please do take care of me like your own family member....
raghavendran@a_gentilischi It is true that even lifeless objects can and do kindle memories of persons absent and may cause reaction favourable or otherwise depending on the relationship that existed between the concerned. Here we see the pair of lonely slippers causing an emotional reaction from one pining for the master of the slippers. The ending three lines reveal the feelings. What a way to show the desperation comparing the loneliness vis-a-vis the fortunate slippers. It is just beautiful.