They were once young too.
The world to conquer.
I was little too.
But on their shoulders, the world was tiny.
So many stories, So many chapters.
Life seemed filled
with so many possibilities.
They are young now.
And though the days are unending
it seems unreal,
that to them life can seem forever.
For, I have said a few goodbyes
I have learnt life and chances are limited
days and years are numbered
How do I tell them or are they teaching me?
Because through them, in them,
once again it seems like
a lifetime is a long enough time,
to dream dreams
to hope hopes
to feel the feelings
to keep living.