Shoes

Those ill-fitting shoes may give too much space

Or, extremely tight, causing bunions

Hands that tanned the leather altered their nature

Shaped according to the journey

Laces as harnesses, who ever dreamt of manoeuvring

Through the hostile terrains and vulnerability

Weathering the downpour

Filled to the brim, while attending to the Trench feet

Excesses take revenge on exposed skin

Waiting for the Sun; recuperating may take a while

Before the feet can feel comfortable again

Trying to adjust within uncomfortable surrounding

Still in hope of guarding the feet

As much journey can be imagined in this manner

~Amitav