I see a Child learning to walk and feel a delight that wants me to talk. Though she is new to the skill, but her eyes are full of thrill.
She has no fear, but Oh !! my dear, she could just take two steps before she falls..looking here and there she finds her mother, standing like a wall. She leads her hand to raise her up, but she chooses to get on her own, her bare feet doing thup..thup..thup…
She smiles at the pride that she got up on her own, so what if she gets hurt, there is nothing to morn. For this is how she would get to learn, wheel of the life-is always to churn.
This time she walks few steps more and reaches up the door.
Her excited mother, anxious to see her little one is about to flee. Waiting no more she runs to the door..gives not a chance for the child to plea..for she knows there is danger outside. Till the time her daughter grows up she wants to keep them aside.
After years when the child is grown, she steps out of the door and the safe zone is no more. Yet again she learns to walk, no matter where the obstructions block. This time she knows she has to walk alone, for life means some serious business, not always a clown.
We all lie at the same place, we walk, we run, we fall, we rise, but the job is not done, till the time we are conscious not to fall in the same pit holes, for there is no point repeating the error, unless you want your life to be a terror.
© Manisha Dawar
She has no fear, but Oh !! my dear, she could just take two steps before she falls..looking here and there she finds her mother, standing like a wall. She leads her hand to raise her up, but she chooses to get on her own, her bare feet doing thup..thup..thup…
She smiles at the pride that she got up on her own, so what if she gets hurt, there is nothing to morn. For this is how she would get to learn, wheel of the life-is always to churn.
This time she walks few steps more and reaches up the door.
Her excited mother, anxious to see her little one is about to flee. Waiting no more she runs to the door..gives not a chance for the child to plea..for she knows there is danger outside. Till the time her daughter grows up she wants to keep them aside.
After years when the child is grown, she steps out of the door and the safe zone is no more. Yet again she learns to walk, no matter where the obstructions block. This time she knows she has to walk alone, for life means some serious business, not always a clown.
We all lie at the same place, we walk, we run, we fall, we rise, but the job is not done, till the time we are conscious not to fall in the same pit holes, for there is no point repeating the error, unless you want your life to be a terror.
© Manisha Dawar
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