My First Steps

I was trying to walk,
with my little hands,
my little feet.

I could hear a
voice encouraging,
I could feel the
tension and the heat.

My legs were at work,
my mind was thinking fast,
in the beginning
I could feel a jerk;
I was unmindful of
my future and my past.

I felt like a flying bird,
soaring high above in the sky,
in this beautiful,
splendid world,
I was singing songs,
not feeling shy.

My mother was on the verge of tears,
not of sadness but of happiness.

And I, unaware of all fears,
was flying like a bird,
in this vast openess.


Aman Aggarwal (13 yrs), Mumbai


The poetry contributed by children, was published in Navneet Newshouse - Children's weekly newspaper (Vol. XV, Issue no.47 ) dated April 16 - 22, 2011.