Step by step
Your feet remind me of my defeat,
Promised not to let them touch the ground,
Heard them tired working, running, walking around,
Garden threw up to a lonely meet.
Of how and what I couldn’t see,
Hurt you fell, and fell again,
Your belief still in the moon and rain,
Mesmerized a humming bee.
My poem if ever it gave a chance,
To clear away the core grievance,
Feet so meant to sing in dance,
Mind could take a step advance.
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