Shoes with whistle, I still remember, <br />Guarded my feet like a squeaking armour; <br />Every step applauds with squeaks, <br />And showered kisses on the cheeks. <br /> <br /> <br />26 DEC 2009, 2006 Hrs <br /> <br />This is in response to Joy(Haiku) , by Ms. Mamta Agarwal. This haiku made me remember how I ran across the streets wearing a pair of whistling shoes, how the squeaks attracted attention of the onlookers who planted kissess on my chubby cheeks. <br /> <br />Thank you Ma'am for raking up my sweet childhood memories.<br /><br />Ranjit Ravindran<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/squeaky-armour/
