Fiddling with the pencil

she draws two lines,

bent and shaky

making no sense to me,

yet she stares for long

at her abstract creation.

I think it’s a hill

until she joins the lines, with

a strike through the middle,

and looks at me;

“A” – she screams with a smile,

pointing to that thing.

Ah! I see,

her first step in writing.

© Barnadhya Rwitam