A small step makes a difference

Herculean task it was, tangled in its knots.

Defeated was my soul and hopeless were my thoughts

Even a small step, seemed onerous all the more,

Depressed and gloomy, I went to the shore.

I saw many a starfish strewn across

Thousands washed ashore by the tide.

They fell prey to the hungry albatross,

Or died in the scorching sun.

A lad scooped up starfishes one by one

Tossed them gently into the wave

I thought futile was his silly attempt

How many could he possibly save?

I asked," what difference does one make?

When many will die in the sun?"

With a twinkle in his eye he quipped,

"Though small,it makes a difference to that one"

He kindled in me sparks of fire.

Struck a cord in me to inspire.

His golden words opened my eyes.

The message of the lad I did realise.

The journey might be endless.

But a small step, makes all the difference.

Water drops may seem powerless.

But river water can erode rocks so dense.

The tip of the little finger

can indeed move the mount Everest.

The wave might fall down

but with vigour, rises back to the crest.

The mountain might seem steep,

Slippery might be its peak,

With steps small and slow,

Start the journey now.

Difficulties might be felt,

But the pain will melt.
Tread slow and steady steps.

To reach the pinnacles of success.

To start a small step, don't think twice.

This, from the lad, I did realise.

Inspired from L.Eisley's ' The starfish thrower'
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