The poet sees one little baby walking and feels immense pleasure. He describes how is the baby looking when she walks on her little feet. When baby walks on grass with bare feet, the two white feet looks like white flower nod in wind. Her poise and run looks like ripple of water. Her playing feet on grass is so delightful like little robin's songs. It also looks like two white butterflies sitting together on one flower only for moment and then fly away. The poet wants to wander with the baby like the wind wandering over the water. He wants the baby standing on his knees, feet on his hands. Her feet are as cool like syringa buds, silky and pink coloured.