Little Steps Poem by Susanta Pattnayak

Morning rests softly on the grass,
dew trembling in pale light.
A little bird hops in wonder,
close beside her mother.

The earth is wide,
yet her world is small—
two bright wings,
and a guiding shadow.

She pecks at crumbs of sunlight,
chasing a dancing leaf;
every step uncertain,
every hop a question.

The mother waits nearby,
watchful as the sky—
her quiet eyes
holding the whole forest.

And in those tiny hops
the future learns to fly.

©️ Susanta Pattnayak