The Story Of A Photo Frame Poem by Shahid H Khan

I was clearing the clutter in my bedroom;
Under the debris, I found a photo frame
Which I loved and bought years ago.
The frame still looked beautiful;
Gripped by nostalgia
I kept staring at it.
Time stood by
And a train of memories whistled by.
Suddenly the frame came alive
And started talking to me!
It said, I have been buried for so long;
Now, why don't you give me a nice photo
And a place of honour by your side?
I asked the frame, whose photo?
It said,
One who loved you,
One who stood by you;
In moments of grief,
In times of need,
Through thick and thin;
A kin,
A friend,
A neighbour?
Pensive—- I kept thinking——
Whose photo should I put in?
Many a face passed by
But none could claim
A place in the frame,
Saddened, I left it blank,
Kept it by my side
And said to the frame,
Wait till I find a photo for you ——-