In Their Shoes

Selfish, a word no akin to selfie

As selfie’s what everyone’s sport

Where skills match, ur looks and smile

But selfish’s without a print, just imprint

We’ll smile and demand emojis

Make comments, but don’t know any

Definitions, senseless and private

Dare to step into their shoes

Everything is no entertainment

So private are their tears

Stand up, does the shoe fit

Walk, and it opens skin wounds

Empathy’s feeling the scars

Many inflicted none other than you

Blood appear, only in the heart

Run, no option ‘cause you are in the shoe

It’s no pearl nor diamond, just tears

Brave a face, for they’re survivors

Judge not, for you know nothing

What goes in, those beautiful minds

In Their Shoes

16 thoughts on “In Their Shoes

  1. This is such a wonderful piece of poetry, Kurian! So true, we are not what we appear to be in our photos, what we post on social media or how we dress or talk. We are what goes inside us, the turmoils we struggle with everyday in our heads and the little battles we fight with ourselves and the world. You’ve so beautifully penned it all. Excellent! 🌸🤗🌸

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    1. Thank you so much Chhaya. Getting such a feedback is absolutely wonderful and priceless. More beautiful when it’s from the favourite person. Take care and stay well 😊🌸❤️

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