I HAVE TO KEEP MOVING

I HAVE TO KEEP MOVING

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Their feet are not composed of 

Bones and flesh,

Neither any blood circulates in them

 Nor they gain their existence 

From any thick skin

Still, while opening their feet at night

They look at these with deep longing,

Caress these,

Even press these a little,

They feel that 

After carrying their burden

The entire day

These too, might have tired

And these too, need to relax

These, too, need a power nap.

They show their love towards these

By addressing as companion

And at other times address as

 Having closeness of breath.

With the same intense sincerity 

They tie laces of their shoes

And with equal fondness

Shine them by polishing.

These are the feet

That carry burden of 

Their wounded aspirations,

These infuse with self-confidence 

Their stagnant life

Fill their dumbly present sitting on borderline 

With future moving ahead with time.

These are the feet winged with

Wings of their aspirations.

They are excessively worried 

Of feet being trampled

In this crowded world

Of getting stumbled

By all stumbles thronging every path.

They know true worth of feet

They know to prostrate in feet 

Howsoever prefect our hand might be,

How much giant they might be

They have to touch feet 

To manifest their love, devotion and dedication 

They have to bow in feet.

Feet only fathom distances 

Remove distances , bring us close to destination

Pave way for us , moving at times 

On thorns and at times on ambers

 Feet bear every brunt silently 

Such feet only enhance cadre of feet.

* Dedicated to those who are foot-deprived 

* Dedicated to those with loco.motor disability

TRANSLATED FROM HINDI BY RAJNI  CHHABRA