They could be seen in the eyes-
zealous, and aimed really high,
their wings gradually grew,
but when would they fly?

They were eager to see the world,
but they were made to wait,
confined within the heart, they didn’t know-
already stamped was their fate!

First they were asked to nurture,
then they were left to be scattered.
Towards the twilight of their life,
they wonder if they ever mattered…

All the eyes today have is memories,
the passion has come to an eternal stop,
“Rest in peace”, the eyes mutter,
letting out a teardrop.

Vrinda Bhatia

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/they-re-dreams/