Feet

I closed my hopeless eyes with ease
Leaving the decision to two buddies;

Little ones shouldering the burden,
Now would decide where to turn;

Searching for special shelter,
Not running helter-skelter;

My happy feet will set me free,
A winged nightingale on a tree;

Till I count from one to hundred,
In the right heaven I would tread;

They will know who all wait for me,
They would choose the right for me.

Chitkala Mulye

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