A photo to hold

a little square of happiness

in a dull and boring room

Where things lie scattered

and only paradoxes bloom

 

a portal to a distant time

Long gone, but kept alive

restricted yes ,by dimensions known

What’s unknown is only mine

 

an innocent face with missing teeth

Striking poses and grinning wide

unaware of things he couldn’t imagine

superheroes lived in sparkling eyes

 

Entered time, and spoiled the game

A stubborn player, he refused to stay still

Went on running towards god knows what

grow young, grow old, and write your will

 

as it ran, I got it framed

A symbol of rebellion, my ace in the game

So when it pulls towards distant shores

I have with me a photo to hold…

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BeingAlive
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Beautiful words👍🏻

shilpakota
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shilpakota

Beautiful as always!

❄️Radhika❄️
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Thats so sensitively woven together and penned! It just hit it there! Beautifully expressed and put through!
How precisely i relate to the frame i hold close to my heart- of my grandfather and me! Now this poem is another one close to me…😇

luisa zambrotta
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Wonderful!

radhikasreflection
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Beautiful 💖

Soumya Somani
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Soumya Somani

This is just so amazing!!! Beautiful!