The First Step

She eyed the candy,

Sitting on the floor.

The cold further urged,
Her legs to straighten and move.

Giggling away her fantasies,

In milk-flavored breath,

She took stumbling steps

And caught the teasing, red blob-

Thinking it was the prize.

Twenty years have passed.

She cries and holds her mother,

As the doctor shakes his head.

In between her first step towards him,

To her last step, away from his carcass,

She gasped the freckles of truth,

To this enigma called ‘life’.

It's the steps that matter,

Not the platform,

Where you stand, having achieved-

Human-made ‘goals’.

It's the struggle that speaks,

and your actions that mean,

More than your speech,

More than this poem.

It's moments that make you,

It's instances that change you.

You and I,

We’re both the same,

Bathing in bright and fading sunlight,

Throughout,

Wondering if it was the trophy that spoke,

Or the tears in our eyes.