My legs wobbled,
Fell time and again;
With several attempts,
And rose again;
Then moved one leg
Ahead to walk;
Though was scary,
Fearing would fall,
Hurt my knees;
Never realized
That first Move,
Was decisive for
Long journey of my life;
Moved on the journey
Through its road;
Though was always difficult,
Scary, tiresome, confusing;
Journey was no so easy,
Enduring pain, sorrow and stress,
Together built my grit;
Never knew where, and,
What the journey meant for;
Would I reach or
Would retreat in the midst of life,
But step by step,
Stage by stage the path,
Began to familiar with my choice;
I too began to acquaint,
Ups and down of path;
© Sadashivan Nair
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