Under the Sun gleaming
To me , belonged, the sea and the shore
Or so, in a mind hallucinating
I believed !
Watched the sapped Sun rush out
Moon in all its serendipity, beamed.
The rays fell on the lot
around me, whom I had noticed not !
Oh! I am not alone here
Standing in the midst of footprints, I conceived!
Observing the impressions, I fathom
It could be a Pakistani's , Arab's or a Philipino's !
Just another visitor I am , It dawned!
The earth and the sun and the moon
are as much theirs ,
as they are mine.
Scanning around I sense
children running about
Their breezy shadows tell me not
If they are African or American !
The winds carry their laughter
Loud ones rising in the air
Oh! Why does it sound just like
my childhood ?
The only border I could then see
was the one of the print,
my feet was comfortably resting in.
It wasn't difficult after all
To Step into their shoes.
