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Story of the Footpath – A poem from India

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Story of the Footpath – A poem from India

How many people are homeless? On the other side some hopeless. Flood washes away their homes.

[author title=”Layeba Humanity” image=”https://sindhcourier.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/09/Layeba-Humanity-India-Sindh-Courier.jpg”]Layeba Humanity, hailing from North India, is a bilingual poetess, writer and motivational speaker with English and Hindi languages. Making a mark among world literature with her compelling creations, she is member of World Nations Writers Union. Having done M.Sc. (Zoology) she worked as a teacher. She has been writing since her childhood and has raised social issues in writings for awareness. She also has worked at Radio. Now she has started YouTube channel of literature/motivation and is socially active on literature platforms. She has been a fighter against adversity and narrow views and encourages others too. She only believes in humanism, so she puts humanity after her name.[/author]

 

Story of the Footpath

How many footprints pass?

I can’t recognize their class.

I sometimes become the bed,

For a weary and poor person

I am a witness of people’s deeds,

Their old and modern version!

 

How many seasons do run?

Coolness of clouds, shine of sun

While sleeping without a quilt,

Some needy guys shiver in winter.

I wish I was a cold place in summer,

For those poor people who whimper.

 

How many reasons are there?

They really want a pure care.

I am sometimes mental asylum,

For the pious, mental, pure frame

I’m sorry that I am unable to stop

Illicit molesting happening to them!

 

How many scenes in one world,

As like lot meanings of one word

Some have expensive cars,

Someone is pulling a rickshaw.

Some throw food, some pick it up.

Is this the straight nature’s law?

 

How many people are homeless?

On the other side some hopeless.

Flood washes away their homes,

To protect them I can’t be the roof.

But ask me about their horrid lives,

I can show you their rare pain’s proof.

 

How many outlaw procedures,

Cannot be cut with any scissors

Oftentimes people litter and spit,

People break the rules of traffic.

I imagine, if I had hands and feet,

I would change the road’s graphic.

 

How many misdoings are running?

Atmosphere seems like cunning.

Beware while walking on footpath

That you are providing loss or gain

Because the footprints may disappear

But their endless effects remain.

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