The first baby step

And when I wanted to start,
it all fell apart!

It never mattered though,
Oh since long ago,
the first step, Godforsaken!
always planned, never taken,
that four-inch dust on the frozen cradle,
"don't get down kiddo, just lie & paddle"
I got nowhere despite the motion
Nurture, nourish, nutrite - the static notion!
And then somebody dropped a pen while kissing my cheek
while i playfully turned and ended with a shriek
the pain was fake but the shriek was adult
now was the time - to leave the cradle and join the cult

the cradle is in debris,
and the prolonged infancy stands shattered
and now that I am going to start,
it all looks falling apart;
falling apart for a new start
a new start - till it again, well, falls apart!!