The Toes

{Dedicated to the labouring class}

The toes taunt not the fingers,
For being dispossessed of their
Natty nails,that reigned as crowns.
But sleek fingers celebrating their style,
Sneer at the toes,for their slimy nails,
Shamefully hidden in shoddy footwear.
The body is basically bothered about
Its ostensible outer lounge and lobby,
As the social ladders'down look hobby.
The toes are ever an ugly underdog army,
Supplicating to the charm of what is above,
By meekly making moves in a silly shove.
Even nail polish norms exist,to fit the fingers 
And not the toes,where tough Taurus lingers.
Ruling fingers will rudely pinpoint their foes.
Toeing toes,will never wail about their woes.
Feet further not,the footprints that they make.
Forefingers focus on the footprints,fit to take.
There lies a world,between the fingers and toes,
Claiming thumb's gains,at the cost of toe's throes.
P. Chandrasekaran.