Tiny Feet Wounded My Hands…

Ever since I hold your feet,
In my these two hands…
They became the sandals,
To protect them from getting wounds…
I did everything under the sun,
To divert them from all crooked paths…
Now my hands are too small,
To hold them any longer…
They are wounded now,
To see those feet go,
Where they do not belong…
I see my world in you,
Which seems to be shattered now…

© 2013 Pimmi Nag