A Short Poetry as a Note to Oneself

I chanced upon a familiar face.

A friend from youth, now a father, a mate,

Time’s passage, indeed, does not wait.

His little boy, with eyes so wide,

A wife so beautiful, by his side.

Their laughter echoing, pure and free,

A testament to love and unity.

I, a wanderer, in the maze of life,

Dreaming of days as a mother, a wife.

Yet here I stand, books in hand,

Chasing dreams in the medical land.

Beside him, I felt a different glow,

The warmth of family, a future I yearn to know.

Though our paths diverged, in spirit we're near,

His life’s journey, a vision I hold dear.

In the heart of Delhi, our stories entwine,

Two souls, dancing in the hands of time.