He walks down the asphalted pebbled sidewalk

His head hung low in dejection, a defeated stoop in the shoulders

Aimlessly walking like a vagrant, his face gaunt in

The fading dim light of the twilight with the dying day

As he kicked the stones scattered in the road

On his reluctantly falling feet are shod shoes

Torn and tattered, dusty, with a yawning mouth

As if the shoe has emitted the last shreik of exhaustion

After reaching to the end of its tether

Having walked along unending dark alleys on hurrying feet

Or being dragged and kicked without remorse in frustration

His eyes are dim like dark vacant hollows without a twinkle

His lips are dry nd his throat parched for a draught of water

All fluorescent dreams spun in the growing years are broken

Feet are wounded by walking on fragments of shattered dreams

Living a nightmare from dawn to dusk and beyond

Pining for a morsel of bread, struggling for a few pennies

Lulling the raging hunger in the stomach’s furnace to sleep

With sips of water and stale bread bought at a bargain

Hope still survives in some dark corner of the heart

Enduring all vagaries of life with a courageous smile

The shoe is like his dignity all broken, vanity all torn

Silently begging for a chance to earn a living with pride

It symbolising his dying dreams, and wailing heart…