When your eyes open to the world to see,

 

You see everything and everybody aroundas they may be,

 

You know not what they think of you

 

 

trying to predict what you may do.

 

As you grow up, you understand things

 

your wandering eyes trying to comprehend meanings,

 

You try to go far and near

 

to explore the world with little fear.

 

Now when you grow up and get caught up with what to be

 

you forget the places that you are yet to see,

 

You are born a vagabond to experience diversities

 

let not encapsulate it in the cubicles in cities.

 

As you grow old you realise what you are yet to see

 

you wait for your children to help thee.

 

As you rewind looking at the sky to see

 

what you left out on a life that was a journey.