time...

every year i change my shoes
or once in a while
i change those soles
as they get old
when i drag myself
over time…
blistered feet
walking in rain and sun
i cry
at times i lament
yes! i complain
about life
to life
maybe i even curse life…
a few days
a few months
a few years
of life
make me like this??
the clock
rather, time
looks down at me…
just by the way it looks
i realize
how long
how far
time has travelled
and every single person
curses time
all through one’s life
and yet time moves on…
always,
ahead
.
.
.
the blisters on my feet remain
i walk
day and night

and move on…..