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New Born
The new batch is still underway-
1. whirring,
2. dragging
3. stomping
4. brisk
and then-
1. pastel
2. leather
3. waterproof
4. and even worn-out
varied sizes and shapes
and makes and types
not to forget the bare pairs-
chaffed and untidy-
usually the ones
in pursuit
traversing in parabolic trajectories-
like drugged guinea pigs
inside glass cages
those feet-relentless-methodical-unfazed
complimented evenly
by those hyperbolic souls-
some young and some seasoned-
all regulars
none of them ever acknowledge
my existence
natural competition would be
the very first reason
it‘s mostly the small pair of feet-
wrapped-soft-pink
which stop awhile afar before
being dragged away
small-unknowing eyes
being unable to differentiate
in a few years probably in all probability
they would be fed amply
on a diet of-
1. oral history
2. hatred
3. and poison
and then they would come back
with stones and strings of expletives,
ridicule and animated hatred
having replaced untainted innocence
with which those young souls now
gaze at my nudity
and compare it with their very own
may be not
when they see the dust and the sores
and the overflowing urine-
human and equine-alike
the tiny lives undoubtedly are naked-
eyes and soul
while I am bare overall
My bloated stomach and visible sternum
and unkempt hair and undeviating stillness
are but my only attractions
the marked divergences
for they are real-probably more real
than their reality
and yes-They are the features
the star attractions of my universe
cause behind all of their-
1. colourful attire
2. and masks
3. and sunglasses
4. and sunscreens
5. and visors
they all are as naked as me-
mutilated and otherwise
curtains up.
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