by Juney Thomas
These feet have worked farmland,
drawing wheat grains from sand grains,
and now they walk to the supermarket each week.
These feet have stepped over cities
that have risen from mud hut villages.
These feet have crossed rivers and streams and marble tiled airport lobbies.
These feet have walked thorugh the pages of a history book.
These feet have walked along the spine of time itself.
These feet ,
will one day be mine,
and yours,
when we are old,
and wrinkles arrive.
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(**'Ammachi' means grandmother in Malayalam.)
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ABOUT THE POET ~
Juney Thomas is a post graduate student at the University of Delhi. She has been dabbling with free verse since high school. Her main area of academic interest is post-colonial feminist theory. She can be reached here: juneythomas@gmail.com or at https://www.facebook.com/juney.thomas
Last updated September 18, 2011