The Tiny Little One
- Hashtag Kalakar
- Dec 20, 2025
- 1 min read
By Neeharika Mishra
The tiny little one she is,
Oh my! Oh my! What bliss!
Like the sweetest dew drops
Curing the leaves of wintry nights,
Like the infinite nebula
From here to there, eternal and infinite
Her presence, her divine.
She plays all way long,
From bubbling tiny balloons
To chasing them till the far,
From jumping like a baby kangaroo
To gathering the depth of her smile,
The tiny little one she is,
Oh my! Oh my! What bliss!
She unfurls her feathers
Like the peacock dancing in rain,
And stands on her tiny foot
Like the flamingo alongside river,
Nonchalant, enchant
She is the purest form of forms,
The child, the tiny little child.
She thinks the world is as kind
As her innocence suffused eyes
Through which she measures
Every beautiful height,
Every thousand time.
The tiny little one she is,
Oh my! Oh my! What bliss!
Her parents left the same world
Long way back in her infant vision,
She lives and loves her sister
The way her sister is the love.
Yet, she carries her innocence
In both her tiny little hands,
To the very world,
She thinks is her only home.
She walks and walks and walks
Chasing her inquisitively-driven-dreams
Her way of glancing and noticing
Every moment of life.
And plays all day long,
Like a tint little toddler.
The tiny little one she is,
Oh my! Oh my! What bliss!
By Neeharika Mishra
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