The four walls
The loud assault of squalls
And those falls
She sits back
And recalls
The first footfall.
Been told
That's all
The nature
Served the fall
She stood tall
No matter how big
She made it look small
Not acting baby doll!!
Missing own
The partial thoughts
On her first crawls
The gradual steps
And those minor major walks
The life taught
The efforts
The try
For the wrongs
Proven naught.
The unusual
The irregular.
The life renamed
Tagged, 'move on'.
- Pushkin Channan
Dear Pushkin,
ReplyDeleteWell written , loved the poem.
Appreciated