Daily exercise being the new norm
My shoes were giving way
I popped into the closest sports store
And checked out their huge display
The bright lights they blinded me
Focusing on each new pair
And friendly, young assistants hovering
To help with choosing from the gear
Nylon, hi-tech foam and rubber
The three stripes and the swoosh
And shoes with the wings of speed
That supposedly make you go whoosh
Leaping felines and initials & designer alphabets
Sneakers and keds catering to the fashion dynamic
Padded cushioning, retro styling and canvas classics
Global brands, limited editions, designs iconic
“Boost”, “glide”, “hyper”, “energy” features
Laces, high tops, velcro, pump, traction soles
Filled with gel and (hot) air bubbles
To meet their marketing goals
While the rich kids pay top dollar
Hanging out in a mall, or playing ball in a street
A poor guy in an Asian sweat shop
Slogs away without shoes on his feet
All worked up yet again
I then decided to Just Do It
I jogged out of the store
Swearing I could run in bare feet
A poetic point very well-made …thanks, Kunal.
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Thank YOU, Joan
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Another of your classics 👍🏻🙂
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Thanks Radhika, nice of you to think it’s worthy
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Is there any topic on which you cannot write with AUTHORITY? I am very proud of you, my son.
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Thank you ☺️
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Most welcome.
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K मेरे पास आज English के शब्द नहीं हैं क्योंकि हिंदी मेरे दिल के बेहद करीब है और इस रचना मेरे दिल को बड़े करीब से छुआ है, अत्यंत मर्मस्पर्शी 👌👌👌
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Hahaha, dhanyavaad Mère dost
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😊😊😊
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The shoe stores do present a dizzying array.
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Oh yes, only when you live in a place where there’s so much disparity, it seems vulgar. Thank you!
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I love it, always appreciate your dose of wit Kunal!
Stephen
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Thanks, Stephen
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Always!
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I am not fond of shopping for athletic shoes because I am like goldilocks looking for the “just right” pair. That being said, your poem reminds me that there are so my kids and adults without shoes and I should be grateful for what I have. Thanks for that.
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Yes, we are the fortunate ones. Thanks for the read & the comment, Mary 🙏🏽
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[…] Kunal Thakore […]
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Powerful and moving.
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Thank you! If you remember Gandhi’s words? “I cried because I had no shoes, till I saw a child who had no feet…” – they came to mind after I wrote this.
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you are welcome!
And yes, I do. 💔
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Kunal, there is no end to your expertise and writing talent… an exceptional penning!
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Thank you so much, Lance! 🙏🏽
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Always a very sincere pleasure, Kunal!
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Wow! Love how you lay out the sumptuous buffets on different subjects and objects, and then with a touch oh humour and a tinge of satire, walk away with just a plate of fresh salad!
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Wah, now that’s a lovely comment. Thanks, Vidur!
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A truly versatile poet!
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Thank you!
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Well done, BRAVO.
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Many thanks!
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Most welcome–blessings to you!
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Ditto 🙂
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Thank you, kind Sir 🙂
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Reblogged this on random rants ruminations ramblings.
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