A poem by Vagmi Shah, Class IX B
I am a little shoe,
Worn by all, including you.
Might it be a baby or an old elf,
I am found on everybody`s shelf.
I come in many colours.
Blue, black, green and many others.
I come in many kinds,
Shoe-store is where one finds.
Women, men and children; all have me.
They wear me even while drinking tea.
But when I am all old and torn,
They throw me away with scorn.
And then I lie all fed up,
Until some beggar picks me up.
He studies me for a while,
Then puts me on with a smile.
