My Stilettoe Will Say It All.... Poem by Dr. Baishali Bhaumik Mitra

O stiletto, my stiletto
You are my individuality, you are my face

you hold me in your tight embrace
snuggling and caressing as you trace,
goading and nudging me to walk ceaseless
among dirt and dung or filth and carcass

O stiletto, my stiletto
You are my individuality, you are my strength

you depict my story true and worthwhile
you coax and cajole me to cover the extra mile
over the mountains and meadows and even above
you soil and spoil yourself all for my love

O stiletto, my stiletto
You are my individuality, you are my command

twirling and turning, crossing green pastures
take me to my land of dreams, indigo and azure
lithe, over the furrows and potholes you fly
agile, across the mundane and the aquamarine sky

O stiletto, my stiletto
You are my individuality, you are my psyche

clicking and tapping
and splashing and slushing
devastating my reticence you give me poise
your hue is buoyant optimism red black and turquoise

O stiletto, my stiletto
You are my individuality, you are my alibi

in a distinct style, you are a pretty fluttering by
in your inimitable flight you are a naughty little butterfly
your shapely elegance murder many hearts
your twist and swirl butcher and rampart

O stiletto, my stiletto
You are my individuality, you are my stride

A walk of faith a walk of love, a unique loyal union
for you I stand taller than mountain and peep into the sun
creating steady shapes and marks on the soil
you engrave many a stories of my life and toil

O stiletto, my stiletto
Give me fire
Raise me higher
Sing me a choir
Assist me aspire
Inspire!