Searching For My Feet Poem by Procyon Mukherjee

I think it is time

For Something very different, loud,

Breaking the mould, or stomping softly

Or simply walking away from a payoff



Something to be told straight

And heard till it silently wobbles

In the air, returning and bouncing

From the edges of a fall



I am stopping here for a moment

And I can see the steps I had taken

Even if I follow them backwards

I will never reach from where I started



There are no steps in the front

They never were

But I thought I always saw them

Cast, where they were or not there



Or they appeared when I was about to

Stomp my foot on the ground

My feet finding the steps

Or the steps finding my feet undeniably



I have stepped on my steps, always

It is time

To leave them

Wandering in the unknown

Searching for my feet or others