Trachled Shoe by Saru Singhal

Polish me twice,

Shine – shroud for a broken shoe.

Dump me on next pay-check,

Bid me adieu.


Patched sole hides,

Holding the stitches tight.

Tattered, broken; yet smiling,

I sympathize with your plight.


Feet sob often,

Incessantly complaining to me.

Why can’t you end?

…Its naked odyssey.


Throw me on next pay-check,

You deserve a new pair.

Don’t hold onto your misery,

Now even I’m beyond repair.


Four bucks you earn,

Aren’t enough for feeding two.

I ponder, My Master!

How would you buy a new shoe.