ELEGY Poem: Dust Beneath My Shoe, by Hrishikesh Goswami

I still hear that roar of dust
Rolling beneath my shoe
When I lugged my foot over the paved floor
Something was there which didn’t permit my shoe to touch the floor
And that something was created out of extreme ecstasy and fascination
It encompasses parts from you as well as from me
I know it was hard for you to hold on
But still you tried your best only for me….and I am so grateful for that
Dust beneath my shoe is not any ordinary dust….it has got its own vitality and
Potency to give rise to a million thoughts and ideas
In the empty minds and blank canvases
Of poets and painters…!

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