Tiny steps strode along the empty road,
Supple, Agile, in an awestruck mode.
Blessed with an endless line of God’s gift,
She walked…along with the drift…
Happy, as she was,
Unheard and unloosened to happenings and cause.
With joy, innocence and even plain
She walked along the unknown lane…
With time, things grew
Thoughts, ideas, all from the tiny dew.
With the flow, she went
Bearing all popping bents…
Life was thus, she thought
Suppressing self, actions and ideas.
Tough was life then-
Devoid strength and failing forte.
Anger, Lust, Greed filled in,
Shaping mind into a filthy bin.
“Unnecessary”, began the mind to ponder,
Swatting into an endless wander…
(To be continued…)