The Argument of the Left and Right Shoe

Within the hushed haven where shadows reside,
Two kindred spirits, in leather confined,
The Left and the Right, by destiny tied,
Began their discourse, a silent design.

The Left, a staunch soul, of function and form,
Loved the steadfast ground, the familiar track.
"Stability's grace," it would often affirm,
"Is the anchor we need, there's no turning back."

It spoke of the rhythm of measured descent,
The comfort of pavements, the tiles cool and neat,
A life preordained, on purpose intent,
Where every tread echoed a familiar beat.

But the Right, a wild heart, with wanderlust deep,
Dreamed of the meadows, untrodden and wide.
"The world is a canvas where secrets do sleep,"
It sighed for the trails where adventures hide.

It yearned for the mountains, the kiss of the breeze,
The dance on soft sand where the ocean has kissed,
To chase the horizon through rustling trees,
A path less defined, a life fiercely embraced.

Their arguments echoed in stillness and gloom,
The Left’s pragmatic plea, the Right’s fervent call.
One whispered of order, escaping all doom,
The other of freedom, embracing the fall.

No sound escaped their tight, buttoned-up lips,
Yet volumes were spoken in each subtle lean,
In the curve of their leather, the tilt of their tips,
A silent debate, forever unseen.

Then came the morning, a sudden bright gleam,
A hand reached within, with purpose untold.
Lifted together, a shared, waking dream,
From the shelf of their habits, so rigid and old.

The floorboards creaked softly, a hesitant start,
Then the rhythm began, a cadence unknown.
The Left felt a tremor within its own heart,
As the Right felt the pull of a journey begun.

Through sun-dappled streets and the city's harsh glare,
They walked as a unit, though spirits still भिन्न.
The Left found its balance, a burden to bear,
While the Right took each turn with a joy that could spin.

They stumbled on cobblestones, rough and uneven,
Where the Left’s sturdy grip proved a comforting hold.
The Right learned that sometimes, for dreams to be given,
A measure of caution is worth more than gold.

They danced on soft carpets in houses so grand,
Where the Right felt a thrill in its delicate sway.
The Left found a purpose it could understand,
Beyond the mere duty of each passing day.

They splashed through the puddles, a shared, hurried stride,
Where the Right felt the cold, yet the Left kept it dry.
In moments of hardship, they stood side by side,
A pact formed in motion, beneath the vast sky.

The path stretched before them, a tapestry bright,
Woven with moments of challenge and grace.
The Left learned to loosen its grip, to take flight
On the wings of adventure, at a slightly faster pace.

The Right found its grounding, a steadying force,
In the Left's quiet strength, a dependable friend.
They discovered that charting a different course,
Could lead to new vistas that seemed to have no end.

And as they returned, to their haven once more,
Though the dust of their travels now marked their facade,
The silent debates held a tenderness more,
A respect for the journey they jointly had trod.
For in the shared miles, in the sun and the rain,
The argument faded, the differences blurred.

The Left and the Right, now understood plain,
That true progress is found when two worlds are preferred.
A balance discovered, a harmony found,
In the dance of their soles on the varied terrain,

Where purpose and passion, so tightly were bound,
And the journey together was their greatest gain.

-Khushi Kaul