Small Beginnings

Once upon a time,

Time was once upon a tree.

The branches held it firmly;

So it moved very slowly.

Once upon a time, The clock joined its two hands;

And made a faster movement.

At such a flexible joint,

Grafted from old tree's skin.

Yes.

The clock jumped, Jumped higher than a squirrel.

The tales we told then,

We now remember them

Today, while the sun is almost at Decapolis,

Our hearts remember our small beginnings.

Who has said,

The days of small beginnings are a "shit"

Wait, let me ask you,

The songs on a musical sheet

Did they begin without a note?

So why are you eager ?

Eager to fly like an eagle

Yet anxious.

You want to hide your small beginnings?

Before you show me your wings,

Show me your knees.

Let me see the dark spots

That ushered your knees;

When you were still feeble

In those days, when

You only knew how to crawl.

Do not despise the days of small beginnings,

Yet.

Do not begin to settle for small days.

While you move ahead to greater heights,

Never despise your small nights.

—Voice of the Bell (Inspired songs, poetry, proverbs)