Chappals

Missed was one out of the pair And quite unaware was my husband And I noticed and told him As I am like Sita of Rama Whose padukas are ever sacred and pristine That Bharata even coronated them That I could so sense the misfitted foot That I could so sense its unholiness Of today's youthful pairs Mounted with dust and grime in sundry mounds And one such somehow escaped Possibly at a wedding function To dirty my husband's one foot But my chaste love got him a new pair Which goes on emitting my shining love Strong like Rama's padukas Strong like Sita's imprinted feet Wider- found stony in this country That every heart is pleased about