Read the lines, “New born’s shoes. For sale. Never worn” at a writing workshop and sitting there I penned down these lines!
The breathing flesh and blood
That for months I carried
All those unseen moments of love
Are the memories for ever that I’ll carry.
The little clothes, mittens and shoes
That for you I had gathered with love
Were not destined for you my baby
But some angel elsewhere would walk around in them.