Innocent Steps by Vaishnavi Prakash

A finger, a palm…a water, a psalm
The touch so delicate..
So frigil, never mobbed by a racket
Blazing eyes, dreams of soaring heights.
Little feet, wrapped in longing sheets..
Every night a wonder, every breeze a thunder..
A meal every hour, every ten yards a lover..
Skin of pearl, hair of wonderous curls.
A needy face ,..an innocent grace..
Wrapped up in the finest of their mums lace..
A moan, thats mysteriously thrown..
A call, thats crystally shown..
Everytime you fall, picked up like more than a doll.
A catch so firm, a match that no one can curb..
A way of look, like those writ out in fairy books
A finger, a palm…a water, a psalm
No arrogant steps.. just the innocence in every step.