Little heart

My little young heavy heart
Learnt to walk without a dart

Leaving easily the held hand
Learnt without a magic wand

Beating in its own odd rhythm,
Not melting,now, fair and firm;

Opening its experienced eyes,
Unleashing the support of ties;

Not worried about truth and lies,
Thumping happy higher it flies;

Getting harder every night and day,
Stronger, bigger ,merrier and gay!

Copyright 2015 Chitkala Mulye (Chitkala Aditosh