Lying down on his stomach ,
Looking around to check,
Pulling his legs to the fore,
He fell down on the floor.
He got hurt to an extent,
He cried to his heart’s content,
Then attempted again,
Alas ! he slipped in the bargain
He threw an angry look around
Stared in anger at the ground,
Shouted something in a loud voice
He stretched himself in a choice.
The baby became restless,
He slowly dragged his legs breathless,
Steadied himself to a right position
He remained waiting for the next decision.
He suddenly took a four-legged step,
Moved his right leg in a forward pep,
The left one followed in a quick,
Architecting an advance like a trick.
The ruse went on for a little time,
It was like a poetic rhyme,
The crawl was with a rhythmic ease,
That brought no ridiculing tease.
It was fun to see him crawl for the rest,
It was for him a highly priced test,
He had taken a move daring,
Is it not a praiseworthy sharing?
Meenas Poems 