Like looking into the eyes of Ballerina Dolls and Toy Soldiers

Ballerina dolls and toy soldiers

Strewn across the rooms

Where children play and children sleep

Looking into dead eyes

Of the toys who keep waiting

To come alive

Long after you have flown out the nest

You think of those eyes longing to come alive

Companions who shaped your young mind.

We wonder how we may have been now

If our playthings in our playing field-Life

Were to pass by unnoticed

And you unfettered by all those things meant to be or not.

Would we not become another toy with dead eyes.

No flutter of heart to evolve into a million heartbeats.

A story unwritten

Like looking into the eyes of ballerina dolls and toy soldiers.