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!
-Chitkala Mulye
