Her eyes, wide and gleaming,
Filled with love, hope, and curiosity,
Such a sharp awakening,
From a deary loop of mundanity.
Such high expectations from life,
So many dreams to be fulfilled,
In such a hurry to grow up,
To be independent, move out.
Little does she know,
What’s yet to come,
Life kills hopes and dreams,
And sucks one into a routine.
In her eyes, I saw myself,
She’s the mirror of my memories,
And forgotten dreams.
Of what I thought, life would be.