Some long-lost, striking memoirs
As if scattered, along my way
Barefoot I walked, and stepped on them
As I traveled, bit far and away

I wonder where, enroute these tours
I Wonder where, I lost my shoes
My Fears My Hopes and all my dreams
I wonder when, I’d be allowed to choose

If only I could, I’d fly so high
Leave the ground and touch the sky
My fears would cry and dreams would glee
For once and forever, ‘Myself’ I’d be

– Khushi

Inspired by:

chhoti chhoti chhitrayi yaadein, bichhi hui hain lamhon ki lawn par,
nange pair un par chalte chalte, itni door aa gaye hain,
ki ab bhool gaye hain joote kahan utaare the