A fly flying above my boots
As I stood on the pavement Outside the hawkers shop I noticed a fly flying above my boots. A fly, Destined to reach The certain heights. I watched it flying To simply nowhere, With no destinations to reach. Then it landed on my boots, May be there was a dust, Or the fragrant soot. I tapped my feet And again it began Hovering about. I wondered how different is my life From the fly, Flying above my boots; I am hovering above Someone's boots too. Regards: Vinod Jadhav www.tujhyasathikavita.blogspot.com, www.inspirationplus1.blogspot.com