Pictures We Carry In Our Mind Poem by banamala sen

There are some fascinating pictures on my wall,

Some of them are so old, I hardly recognize myself,

Still I have them in the same spots,  year after year,

Don't want to lose those moments!



Who is nervously holding the tiny baby, wrapped in a cushiony, flowery blanket?

Who is enthusiastically blowing the birthday candles, with a pretty flower on her head?

Who are those three endearing, giggling faces close to each other under a desert Palm tree?

On Halloween Day, who are those two adorable souls, pretending to be Mario and Louis Jee?



All these captivating pictures, and many more,

Bring back the sweetest days of my life,

Of love, and happiness, of Nature and fun,

But there are pictures which we carry only in our mind.



Those are the moments  hidden in the secret chamber of our hearts,

No body clicked an i-phone to capture them,

When a little girl was a captive listener to a young boy,

Or when she was picking Jasmine in a lovely yellow dress,

It was a sunny morning, Sun was the only witness.


When she was reading to her grandmother, who couldn't get up from bed,

Suffering from an excruciating disease - indescribable agony,

The company of a little girl, was the only solace,

Trying to soothe her pain with a magical voice!



Or the face of the young boy,

When he noticed something was missing from his life,

and felt a void,

The Roses were red, the Dahlias looked lovely,

But completely bare was the garden.