Photographs! Photographs! photographs!
this is our photo's once upon a time
digging these things six feet below the ground
i am searching a lot of this old photographs
because time can really change
how a being look likes..
the sweet memories in the past
makes me shiver to witness
those memento's as it was sculpted on it..
i wanted to keep them up to without disdain
the pain attached on it,
the joys it brings,
how it blurs the scene,
how i wanted to embrace,
it constitutes an endless
...admiration by then
and its amazing the nostalgia it
brought nowadays..
i do not have a single hate,
the appearance,
the scenario and the momentum it unleashed.....
the emotions attached on it....too
thanks to my mom...
who untiringly compiles all those stuff...
a blind witness of yesterdays joys
when my parents parted ways too...
THESE ARE OUR PHOTOS...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem