From First Steps To Sunlit Days Poem by ashok jadhav

I ran through fields with barefoot feet,
The grass was soft, the sky was wide;
Each morning brought a brand-new world,
Each cloud a ship, each tree a guide.
I spoke to streams and whispered names
To flowers bending in the sun;
The wind would chase me down the lane,
And laughter rose where none had won.
The seasons taught their gentle truths,
The winter frost, the summer rain;
I learned that joy can bloom in small things,
And sorrow shapes the heart's refrain.
Each step I took, both large and small,
Brought knowledge slow, yet deep and true;
The child I was began to grow,
Yet kept the wonder I once knew.
Now memories shine like scattered gold,
Of games and dreams beneath the sky;
Though years have shaped my walking path,
That innocence will never die.
For in each heart that dares to learn,
And in each mind that dares to play,
The child remains—both guide and flame—
A quiet light along the way.