Untied Laces

I close my eyes
To find words for this poem
And I see a 10-year old kid
Of ‘5th E’ eating his tiffin
Alone in the class
Sitting in the library alone,
Limping in the corridors
When the other kids ran
After the last school bell
I don’t know why is he alone
Maybe that’s how he felt
All his school life
When only the special shoes
He wore
Were his friends
‘Real Friends’
Special shoes
Laces of which
Were always untied
Like the rhythm
Of these lines

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