The mischievous eyes looked ahead
Inquisitively, it stared at me
Innocent & pure as a flower bed
Whose photograph had landed with me?
Playful was the heart in sight,
But was mysterious, so doubtful
Cud there ever be so much delight
In a person's life? So beautiful!
You cud almost see the restless hands
As they planned for yet another prank
& behold, I smiled! With one more glance.
But who was this? My mind went blank.
A childhood photo, old & forgot
In the attic among the dust
From the dullness, this color I brought,
To a dark world that's bust!
This innocence I had forgotten
This happiness I had lost.
Whose photo had I begotten?
I needed to know the most.
At last, alas! It struck me!
T'was the past pitying us
This face used to be thus,
This photo was of course me!
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Scribbled
Non-FictionMy inner thoughts, musings, unsent messages, loved quotes and random babbles. While some of these are original, some I picked up off articles, books or the internet. Feel free to share your thoughts and opinions.
