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
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