FETE YOUR TWO FEET


Photo credits @TimGiraudier - Beautiful Oregon

FETE YOUR TWO FEET  

Through this arduous journey
That we call life
How we pamper our visage
With creams that sell dreams
We pluck and we paint
Camouflage and cover  
And take pride in our faces  
However fake they may seem

But when was the last time
We paused and we pondered
And bothered to look down
At our pair of tired feet
That have got us through life
Through gravel and dust
With blisters and shards
Over mountains and seas

Though largely unsung
They carry our burden
And make us stand tall
And take all the heat
Of old shoes and new
What we put our feet through
Should put us to shame  
When comparisons beseech

Just how low we rank them
Almost never thank them
They are literally at the bottom
Our tired tootsies
So it won’t be too bad
If only for a tad
We take out the time
And fete our two feet

                     - Priti Singh 






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