Once upon a time, in the month
where hearts hum pink,
Love floated in bubbles, in breeze, in bees that blink.
Why not a sandal dream, a chappal brave and worn,
A slipper seeking bridge-love from dusk to dawn.
Footwear with a mission, leather laced with faith,
Walking toward a lover across distance and wait.
Love, love, love—it travels one way or some way far,
Fetching souls like letters carried by a star.
Like seeds that trust the air to choose their land,
Pots or palaces bloom from that brave plan.
Love erupts like laughter cracking silent stone,
Love yearns with the ache of paths unknown.
Love longs to love the lover, fierce and true,
To catch you wherever the world slips you to.
The slippers slipped in, slid sideways through doubt,
Finding the curve where hope bends about.
Soles stood strong before sure love’s flame,
Worn thin but walking all the same.
For even the humblest shoe knows what to do,
When love calls—cross the bridge to you
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