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Trachled Shoe


Only the wearer knows where the shoe pinches but a poor man's shoe knows his owner's plight better. This poem talks about how a worn-out and exhausted shoe sympathizes with its owner. 

This poem has been published in the August issue of Storizen. Please click on the image below to read.




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  1. Lovely poetry! Congratulations for the feature, and ohmy! You look so pretty in that pic! :D

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  2. Congrats Saru :) Lovely described .

    'Tattered,broke; yet smiling' - loved that line :)

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  3. What a heart felt piece Saru..

    manjulikapramod.com

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  4. Congrats Saru. That's a wonderful poem!Happy to see you at Few Miles after a long gap :)

    Someone is Special

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    1. I loved your sweet and sour post. Congrats on Tangy Tuesday Pick and it's always lovely to read you. And, thanks for your wishes.

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    2. Thanks for stopping by :) Your words on my space means a lot to me :)

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    3. Always a pleasure to read your blog, SIS. Sweet and Sour post just bowled me over :)

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  5. The shoes know it best.
    Nice perspective. I wonder what what my shoes will have to say ;)

    Congrats on the publication, Saru. :)

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    1. I wonder the same. I guess my shoes wonder why I buy a bigger size.

      Thanks for your wishes Dee.

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  6. Wonderful poem, very well composed.

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  7. Loved it I guess because its straight from your heart.

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  8. Congrats on publication saru...well written...well deserved :)

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  9. Wonderfully written :-) Nice reading :-)

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  10. I loved it! Your poetry always deserves standing applause.

    Wish I could be like you someday.

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    1. That's really generous of you, Soumya but you write amazingly...I guess we like what others write.

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  11. I like the thought behind the poem!:-)

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  12. liked it .. congrats for getting featured .. :) btw u look so pretty in that pic :)

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  13. Insightful!
    Good on you being featured in Storizen!

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  14. Wow..Heartwarming poetry....big congratulation for your publication....:)

    Hey HiFi..am from Chandigarh as well.

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  15. the psychology of the empathetic shoe..beautifully expressed..well deserved publication,congrats.

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  16. Oh, I really like this poem!

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  17. For bucks (USD) per day is a lot of money in today's inflationary rates! :)

    Destination Infinity

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  18. shoe sympathizing with it's owner..
    loved the context Saru.. It had seen all the misery
    it has been there with him all the time. It is aware of the plight and feeling so sad about not so bright future.

    mutual agony b/w the man and his shoe..
    loved it

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  19. "Tattered, broken; yet smiling, I sympathise with your plight."
    Lovely poem! Congratulations to get published. :)

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  20. isn't it the same way in relationships, Ma'am? Nevertheless, you are great in playing with words.

    Happy Blogging!
    Weakest LINK

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    1. It is, when two people are in a relationship, they just know it all.

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  21. That's so great that you were published. How exciting! Well written to.

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  22. CAn someone empathize with a non-living thing and express that in beautiful words? I never thought until I read this poem! Well done Saru!

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  23. Wow.. Congratulations and beautifully written too. Oh my :D

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  24. Very sweet ....congratulations on the publication saru.

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  25. Beautiful poem with a touch of sadness,satire, misery and humor all rolled in together. And congrats on your poem getting published. Best Wishes Ram

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  26. Hey Saru.. I loved the way you have communicated the plight of the poor shoe (poor man rather). I have always loved the way you you use simple words to evoke complex feelings. This is one trick I always manage to fall for.

    ABSOLUTELY FANTASTIC.. keep writing my friend..

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    1. It's always good to hear from you. Thanks for an encouraging comment, Deepak. :)

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  27. Congratulations Saru...so happy to see you spreading your wings!!! Fly high! :)

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    1. Thank you so much Priti. And many congrats on your accomplishments :)

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  28. Soulful. Congrats yet again Saru

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  29. ..you weave magic with words Saru..wonderful.. :)

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  30. Congrats Saru! And you are literally walking in someone's shoes here! Awesome!

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  31. That's a really interesting perspective, from the shoes' point of view! Congrats on getting published!

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  32. Oh Saru..I can hear my shoes speak too now. :) It is beautiful!

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    1. That's the best compliment I got for this poem. Thank you so much Pooja. :)

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  33. Can't read - there is some error, have a look.

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  34. Yeah! For me it's really difficult to part with things and that's one reason I don't have many things. I don't want to be a hoarder.

    Thanks for sharing your amazing thoughts.

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  35. Congrats Saru. Wonderful poem, as always :)

    And nice way to connect the shoe's sympathy for his master.. Creative indeed..

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  36. Saru first of all let me congratulate you for winning the IndiBlogger award..a very well deserved feather on your cap must say..
    loved reading this poem..the brilliane of a poet lies in portraying the feelings of non-living things as if they also have heart and feelings..which you have achieved through this poem and how!!
    Please share your mum's poem, the one that you have mentioned on my blog..(email me at- aparna1210@gmail.com)

    great connecting
    love and regards
    Aparna

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    1. Hi Aparna, thank you so much for a beautiful comment and wishes. And, I don't remember the poem completely, will ask mum and mail it to you. Pleasure connecting :)

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  37. The way you have echoed the feelings of the uncharacteristic shoe, its amazing. Those last lines of the shoe empathizing with the owner are well written.

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  38. Good one , Saru! Congratulations! :-)
    This reminded me of an old piece, "Phate joote ki kahaani" that I wrote in class 7 for the Children's magazine Gokulam. It never got pubished but I still treasure it for that was one of my very first fictional pieces.

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    1. Please share it on your blog, I would love to read it.

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