Just the one glass slipper....

Born to clan,
Of social beings;
I stand alone,
I cry alone.

All around, a chattering crowd-
Of evolved folk,
The highest level,
Of cognitive thought.

An outsider to this party,
In my mind;
Unending hypocrisy,
Life's exequies.

On this busy street,
Walking in step,
With the thronging sea;
I hum my own tune.

On winding path,
My footsteps play out a melody,
A solo act ; with no need
Of accompanying symphony.

I look back,
And in the sand,
One pair of footsteps
Mine.

Shilpa Iyer