Every time i put my foot down,
It reminds me, i am naked,
Vulnerable, human and rooted to
this earth..
Every time, I see someone else
Stare at my bare feet, and say
nothing
I feel conscious, of causing
disturbance
In peaceful urban Mumbai life…
Second nature it has become,
To walk over broken stones,
In last 6 months, had no
scratches on feet
But mind becomes turbulent, am I
right?
Almost one in a million, the infamous
way…
Had I declared affinity to an
organized religion,
Or penance or asceticism as
reasons,
Would things have been different?
As my replies to why barefoot, grow
shorter
Along with enthusiasm, as others
seem to feel
Forced to offer me excuses for
not being barefoot,
But I am still rebelling, struggling & remaining human.
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