He was walking
Left And Right….Left And Right ,
his feet flying
Left And Right Left And Right ,
tiny fingers on the right hand
entangled with his mom’s ,
partly wrapped in mom’s dress
and left hand swinging long ,
at times covering his left ear
with left palm pressing hard ,
as the goods train swooshed by honking
just like in the story by the bard ,
girders shaking
men brisk walking
yet he was rustling
two feet tall ,
with Left and Right and
Left and Right ,
legs swaying long !
For him it was bliss ,
He was off for a train ride
with the best person in his life
His Mumma , His Mother , His Maa ,
Me walking few steps behind
enjoying every step of his ,
envying him a lot !
Felt the urge to walk
in HIS tiny footsteps ,
tugging along with someone
with a sprint in my walk ,
No Challenge No Fear
No Pain No Tears ,
just bursting happiness
spraying around ,
Rhythm in his steps
walking like a music
newly found ,
pure and divine
soulful , sound ……!
I walked ahead
he turned around
only to blow the dust
from the corners round ,
he was a Special child ……
I stood still ,
frozen in the moment
tears to spill ,
but soon there was sunrise
to shine on the dewdrops ,
for our little boy to run after
And no one to stop ….
© Dr. Swati A Gadgil , All Rights Reserved .
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A fascinating narrative that engages our attention from the beginning to the end.
A superbly vibrant piece that resonates with something akin to a happy-go-lucky attitude.It delights the reader with its uncomplicated and yet deeply insightful observations.