My neck is not yet screwed,
Flexible as the tough dough,
Left to mature, turning to rest,
On the belly; but the head can’t,
Be lifted, with much effort,
With no one’s help, I start to crawl,
On the floor looking for fine details,
The tidbits carried by the ants,
The lazy people cuddle in comfort,
My journey to adventure just begun,
The pin head from father’s shirt,
Glittering from the corner,
I want to hold it but it slips away fast,
The people around me beam with smile,
An old voice cautions me always,
Following me as the tail of the plane,
When I try to stand up using my two legs,
The people around me beam with smile,
I cry in pain, they still have the happy face,
I always see them have the shocking gesture,
With the lines of laugh drawn on their cheek,
I get up and walk many thousand miles now,
Whenever I stumble and fall down,
I look around any one has seen me,
The happy smile on their happy faces,
Then only I look for any scratches or damages,
In anywhere of my body, whenever I am slipped,
It doesn’t matter whether it hurts me or not,
But I look around to see whether anyone has seen me or not,
Their innocent smile on their innocent face hurts me a lot,
Since I was a toddler, trying to figure out a reason,
Why people always have the smiling face,
When they see someone slips awkward,
If anyone wants to have a happy face,
should they have to observe the falling of someone?
no, after the unconscious impulsive act of smiling,
they are the ones, rush to help by hand extending,
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