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bishupoetry Stiff leather shoes with tightened laces
No polish for several days
Feet bruised from walking miles
Shoes like beanbags bursting seams
Surely not what a schoolboy dreams
Shabby repair with coarse stitches
Soaked often while splashing ditches
Socks ever so dirty and smelly
Perfume of love keeps away those witches
He is one of the boys in the city's melee
Old canvas satchel on his youthful back
Passing through youth never blaming luck
Heart is happy.........joy in every step
Dancing his way with tons of pep
Colourful dreams in his innocent head
What keeps you happy,you lad of today?
Hope for better days he'll forget his dismay
What is your dismay? coaxed I hard
My father called me a sluggard
Couldn't make the grades ,he beat me hard!
©bishu
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Mr. Bishu,
The lad in your poem, though careless about his attire, still wants to keep himself happy despite the punishment he gets from his dad. He might be a bad performer academically but a better performer on life stage! Nice write, as is always!
Ben