...the steps are tiny,
Day so gloomy
Fear over-shadowed the path ahead.
A branch so low with fruits laden,
Mirage pleases' the eye not the soul.
Landscapes drift
But I stood still,
The tiny steps moved ahead.
Gruesome winds blew,
Filled the airs with dismay.
Soothsayer words I remember
Believe not whatever they say.
In the twilight
I walked miles,
The steps so tiny yet so mighty -
Refrained from the dangers ahead.
All eyes on the tiny steps
Full of scorn and contempt,
With head bowed low
The tiny ones marched ahead.
Eluding the shyness,
Suppressing a tear
A heart throbbing prominent,
Trailing the tiny steps.
Time subdued the valor
Pride vanquished against age,
History remembered nothing
But the tiny footprints that made their way...