The Little Toddler

A tiny hand craves for your finger,
He wants to hold them and nudge along.
These little dark eyes look upon you,
They await that smile, that nod of your head.

Like a little toddler,
With hope in his eyes
And that tremble in his words,
He extends his hands
To reach out to yours.

He knows he is guilty,
He knows he hurt who cared the most,
He knows that things cant be forgotten,
He knows that he doesnt deserve forgiveness,
But, he repents.

Time o Time
Moment by moment you pass away
He knows not whether you heal or worsen
As you pass,
He knows not whether to rejoice or to lament.

This wait and these passing moments,
They kill him slowly.
He awaits that smile on ur face
That smile which gives him life,
He awaits to hear those words
Those words of yours which the inner him clings on

Like a little toddler,
With hope in his eyes
And that tremble in his words,
He extends his hands
To reach out to yours.


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Keep walking