I started walking in mom’s arm…
Then with holding dads hand…
Since then walking was a straight line..
Twinkling and smooth,
Precious and easy as ever…
Never hurt myself…
Never bump into something…
Joyful ride of my life…
Walking again…
On a bumpy road…
On a rough path...
It was difficult to ration..
To understand the ups and downs on the road…
Many whys in the head..
Many troubles here and there…
But was taught to keep Walking…
On those bumpy road…
With full swing and happy faces…
Now I understand the patches.. I lead…
Now I am grown enough to analyze the way…
Though walking alone has made me tough and strong…
But have also made me able to choose my way..
And be ready to deal and fight it through...
But no matter how i have turned out to be
I am the same old girl in my mom’s arm..
Same old girl holding dad’s finger…
Now walking together…
And forever…
Nittisha Mahapatra
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