Little Scientist
Two small fists
discover the world
is round, blue,
and fits exactly
between wonder
and wanting.
Mouth opens
the first laboratory,
where everything
must be tested:
texture, temperature,
the taste of curiosity.
Eyes focus,
hands follow,
brain fires tiny
lightning storms of connection:
I can make things happen.
This is how learning begins,
not with books or words,
but with the simple
revolutionary act of reaching,
and grasping,
and bringing
the universe
close enough to understand.
Copyright © Dr. Padmashree R P | Year Posted 2025
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