Shoes with whistle, I still remember,
Guarded my feet like a squeaking armour;
Every step applauds with squeaks,
And showered kisses on the cheeks.
26 DEC 2009, 2006 Hrs
This is in response to Joy(Haiku) , by Ms. Mamta Agarwal. This haiku made me remember how I ran across the streets wearing a pair of whistling shoes, how the squeaks attracted attention of the onlookers who planted kissess on my chubby cheeks.
Thank you Ma'am for raking up my sweet childhood memories.
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