That boy with untied shoelaces

That boy with untied shoelaces,
Stumbled and fell, in most of the cases.
Rocks on the road were never a reason.
However it might be,
The unexpected treachery and treason!

The untied laces made him a cynosure.
Too because he was, a part of the annual brochures.
When asked, he would always come up afresh,
With a new excuse.
And when instructed to tie them,
Why would then, he often refuse?

Letting them untied, 
The fear of loosening never haunts...
The delicious fruit of freedom,
Oh! Everyone wants...
Often welcoming the expressionless faces,
There he goes on trodding...
That boy with untied shoelaces...!

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017




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