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Megha Sood is a Pushcart-nominated poet, editor, and blogger from Jersey City, New Jersey. She is an Associate Poetry Editor at journals MookyChick (UK), Life and Legends (USA), and a Partner in the Literary project “Life in Quarantine” with CESTA, Stanford University, USA. Her works are featured in journals, including Poetry Society of New York, American Writers Review, Kissing Dynamite, Rising Phoenix Review, and many more. Blogs at https://meghasworldsite.wordpress.com/ and tweets at @meghasood16.

Old Shoes

Megha Sood

Lying on the top shelf
covered with layers of time
Still, has their character
carrying their worries
from moments of time
They smiled when he
slipped into them
wilted when they left
aged with the feet
for all the road traveled
more or less
Marked in their sole
they store their own maps
leather has been worn
thread has been frayed
seams showing at the gaps
They wait eternally like
that unwanted kid in the
foster home
never to be picked out again
An elegy is a gesture towards acceptance
oh! those old shoes
of my father
those who once shined;
the feet crossed
the dimensions
leaving those wretched shoes behind.

— Megha Sood

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