These Shoes...

Another gem written by Krunal and my personal favourite... enjoy...

Blisters on the sole,
and a bruised and battered soul,
A soft lawn will arrive
when you’ll throw away these shoes
but not now,
the stubborn shackles will break away
the hot tar road will draw to a close
the nerves beating to a rhythm
will soon calm down
but not now,
endure this twinge for a while
enjoy it rather till it lasts
your feet will soon breathe fresh air
once you throw away these shoes
but not now,
yes you’ll walk many miles
after you throw the shoes away
or perhaps you’ll fly, as wings will grow
and the flight will set free
but not now,
yes you have walked all this while
and now you are short of breath,
but this is the last lap
and you’ll soon breast the tape, finish the race
but not just now

the heart is full of hope
the mind full of aspirations
the thoughts are wakeful
and the freedom is at the doorstep
how can they hold the light
they don’t have the switch
the time is waiting
for you to reach
yes the shoes are hurting
and you won’t need them soon
but not just now my friend
not just now.