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
i do not have a single hate,
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