Winter diary

The moment became memories
But not of far centuries
As they saw those opened eyes
That was not worth less than a prize.

Every face had a smile
Which was still worthwhile
She was the sparkle of heart
And the beginning of a new start.

The baby entered the world
Like the oyster made the pearl
The happiness grew
but time flew.

When I turn back those pages
Peeping back to old phases
The joy of that spirit arose.
I wish back the time goes...

-Prachi