June 6, 2013
The First Cry
The first cry
The first walk
Tiny feet
Laughin stock
Family cheer
No worldly fear
No dream so far
All the loved ones near
The growth of limbs
Etched in films
Eyes recognizing
Reality rising
Toys so realistic
Everything mystique
Exploring the crowd
Head still not bowed
Loaded with bags on the shoulder
Education and morals like boulder
Relations getting older
Connections getting colder
Joys moving from toys to people
Life getting stronger and feeble
Ties with non blooded staying longer
Craze of unknown and want to wander
Trying new avenues
Not thinking of revenues
Clinking glasses
Smoke that passes
The first cry of pain
Life looking too vain
The first walk of shame
Bowing down with blame
Losing the confidence
Issues thick and dense
Stolen moments cherished
All the bonds and ties perished
Supporting hands haunt
Pity is more of a taunt
Reflex reaction soars
Shadows prettier on the floors
Inspiration found within
Calmness starts to seep in
Sleepless nights start to fall behind
It all plays back in rewind
And then ends with the first cry
Tear streaks start to dry
When the dust on the ground leans
I see and wonder what the first cry means.
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