Monday, November 17, 2008

random thought

My first bicycle;
Excited I climb on!
My feet,
Barely reaching the ground.

A fear creeps in,
What if I fall.
Still I try,
To ride my first bicycle.

Two steps,
The bicycle tilts,
Oh, I am going to fall,
So says my mind.

It doesn't,
For my dad's hand,
Catches me before I fall.

1 comment:

Dawn....सेहर said...

beautiful! yes, that's the helping hand which keeps us going - :)
Keep riding