The First Impression

Dear Diary George,

I used to play tennis at that hour,

But now I study at the same place,

I used to rush to the store, eager to buy the sticker with the star,

But now the medical books there, is what I gaze.

Thanks for which I never spared a glance,

Are now as precious as gold to me,

Today as I prepare for the first step of my life's dance,

I realize that whatever the mind wants is what the eyes see.

As I begin walking towards my goal,

I look back at a time when my brother was working towards his aim,

It was his hard work and later success that has in my heart carved its own hole,

The kind of hunger I developed at the age of eight decided my future game.

In this span of eight years,

I have decided what I want to do in this world,

Eight years have changed the reasons behind my hard work my smiles and my tears,

As I begin online classes I remember what someone once: Take your time but once decided, let your goal be like curd.