You hop on your scooter, ready for a ride,
One eye on the handle, the other on the shy sky.
Rain dances with the wind,
Clouds block the sun,
The frosty air wraps around you,
And the streets, faintly foggy, blur into a dream.
You wave to everyone who crosses your path,
But it isn’t long before you stray away.
A wave of nostalgia washes over you,
So deep, a tear escapes your eye.
The weight of memories tugs at your heart,
And for a moment, it’s almost too much to
bear.
Looking around, your gaze lands on a tiny
little one,
Playing with stones, their eyes wide and familiar,
A button nose, full of wonder.
It’s you—a little kid who once loved everything,
Who danced with life’s simplicity.
Now, the mature you stands still,
Tired, stunned, carrying the weight of years.
You realize you're just a student,
Hopping on a scooter,
Searching for that spark of wonder,
And riding toward the person you used to be.
Maira Khan VI Green
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