Young One

Your eyes are fascinated by your hands,

And how your hands are subservient to your mind.

Your mind is finally putting a face to your mother’s name,

And your mother loves you so much.

Such that she will teach you all about the world.

The world which others will narrow through their own sight.

So you will squint and try to focus with all your might,

But in spite,

You will realise that you weren’t the same prescription as them.

So take off their glasses and then,

See the world through your own lens.

A short poem.

Be unique. Be eclectic. Be the best version of yourself.