Joote kahan utaare the!

We left our shoes behind
In a place that we call ours
We left them and went ahead
We broke through the rusty bars.

We didn't care much about the shoes
We cared more about the road
Our soles grew old and weathered away
Instead we went on; we strode.

And now we bought new shoes again
To draw footprints on the road with them
And again we left them behind somewhere
A never ending cycle; we did the same.

We didn't care much; we abandoned the pair
We walked along barefoot, fighting the thorny road

Our soles grew older and weathered away

Instead we went on; we strode.

{Got bored with Julius Caesar being taught in our English class at school....I have no problem with the chapter but the way she teaches will instantly make you feel drowsy. So wrote a poem instead.}

SAM B