The Framed Portrait Poem by Santosh Misra

THE FRAMED PORTRAIT


Beyond all doubts
The time has changed
The grammar of our relationship.

You are, of course, convinced
As I believe
You neither need me nor my companionship.
I am as useless as a diseased horse,
Most unfit for any race.

I am not sure
If you like to hang me-
On the walls of your living room,
But, by God, I wish so
To be willingly carried away
for a moment
In the tornado of broken memories
When you desired most
to put your hands on
my shoulders