Tribute to Makan Nasiri- second poem

In my earlier post, I wrote about Makan Nasiri and shared a poem I wrote in his memory. However, I had written another poem (few days ago) on him that was divinely inspired and looking at the photo (see below taken from a clip) made me just write those words...I have decided to share the second poem here as my heartfelt tribute to him...

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The Perfect Feet

"A blue sweater and one shoe

is all that's left of him.

Like Cinderella, who hurried 

towards the gates of her carriage,

before the clock struck twelve,

in his hurried steps to get back 

to the Gates of Paradise,

as the heavy gong of the bombs sounded

their cacophony, a deafening sound,

he vanished into thin air

One shoe was left behind,

for the loved ones who danced 

the dance of life with him.

Now, whichever feet they shall

search and search,

try and try,

that single shoe shall never 

find its perfect fit, the perfect feet.

As the hearts grow tighter,

with no hope of sunshine,

cold and shivering,

lost all sense of the blue sky, 

lost all sense of "Makan", 

the blue sweater left by him,

shall comfort and blanket

the grieving hearts..

-Shilpi