Trembling with imperfection
In no direction
Meandering all the way
On the verge of falling off the way
Came a tender hand
I will not let you fall
She said.
We will find our way.
You are not going away.

With scolds with chimes
And infinite times.
She led the way.

And I learnt to go through my way.
But her dear affection couldn't go away.

No matter how old you get,
But these moments of childish innocence
You always regret.

No fear, no worries.
Just pure smile.
No fancy desires.
The childhood I always admire.